Sunday, March 27, 2011


When two lips joint there's a certain fire beneath heart. And our body heated until a blows shows. Just small fire liven us and trigger for more.

Some say love is not real. I say it's not real enough to be seen. If you trust then someday you might fall into and endless pit, and die. So that's why I choose to be empty.

When I took the bullet I caught it with my bare hands. It vanished then they say I'm a creep. But you say I'm valiant, or dumb. You bind my lips stiff it couldn't move. Cause silence is just a beauty as void is.

(pictures from GYPSYMESS!)

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