road is long, keep my monkey mind calm, and things will go smooth. of course, be a good person too.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Sunday, 1 January 2012
be a good man and be nothing to do with stuff without the stage.
i think i'll feel much better if i dont give a damn on any affair with girls but focusing on friends and family. that's what i will do, and what will make me happy. I have made up my mind? the question of sadness and depression have none the less related to, anyone, but our self.
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