Hopes, 2017.

Woke up feeling bad again today but now darkness won't allow me to show you who i am or maybe its the light either way i do not know? maybe? i really wanna go to pacific ocean its because the memory of a life a scatter shot a tideless sea where the deepest is death.

kinabalu mountains,
I'll always come back to you.
bonda,
I love you i still hear your voice inside my sleep
next time you'll see me glowing and blossoms. I promise.

what a place for us ?
forests? fields? oceans? lakes?
when i say nothing it just because i like the sounds. Is there anything more beautiful than afternoon? or a quiet summernight while the rainstorms gently cries.

Love, mawar.
00:54 a.m.