Procrastination was the past feeling.
The gear once learn to spin,
Trapped hard deep down the entangled heart.
I was hang high enough under the rythem of death.
Feeling the hard shape turning to broken pieces of guitar strings

Just getting bored at home. So write some poem (?) to kill the time. Lol.
Doing my homework curently and also thinking about what to do for my secondary 1s. Lol.
Gonna continue my poem (?) someday when i got the inspiration. Lol.
Here...that's should be all. Just wanna revived my blog! Lol.

Linking back to life.