holiday has come to an end
I am back to the reality
I long for a longer holiday
But it has never become a reality
Gazing at the unreal screen
I still see the green blue sea
I definitely will go back there some day
when the reality has hit the holiday
My workplace barred me from blogging
I email you
So that you will forward my expressions
In My World, words are not a boundary. Expression is the air I breathe in...
Non-glamourous and funny. Depression-prone. Quitting smoke and still go clubbing sometimes. Could write poetry at amateur level, but could get writer's block.