Today is All Saints' Day, we all know that.

For some reason I do not have any plans of going to the province to visit my dead loved ones buried there. A few days ago I got to visit my grandpa (my father's side) for the first time. I must admit that I am feeling guilty for not being able to visit him during the previous years. As to why, I still ( Read more... )

-gloomy sunday-

Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart ( Read more... )