For longest moments in my life, this is as far as I can go for revisiting progress.
Things change. The climax , those lifestyle , the almighty silly drunken boy.
I may close this chapter and move on to the normal life, which much we hate to speak about.
No nothing, no brag. My full circle have completed long time ago.
No more stars , No more painting the skies. It still raining.
Perhaps this would say, I am sorry? Can we?
*If you still happen to look onto the sky every night, just remember there's group of Unicorns having orgies with bunch of Gummy Bear up there.
