cloud 9

we were on cloud 9.

laughing in your face

laughing in your face because this is madness at its purest form.

euphoria

the improbable is the most beautiful.

my friend

my friend,i remember the photograph-wrinkled old days,streaming golden sunlight under white cloudswhere we sat on broken-down benches,staring at the future together. my friend, i remember the fights and the make-ups,the tears and the touch-ups,the fear and the happiness that consumed our lives,i remember everything. my friend,i found your shadow wandering around the district today,lost with