A song of anticipation follows black leather of footsteps seconded by the pitter pattering of a fist-sized machine I am jailed by your memory these bars of sunlight and walls of scented smoke and brown woods with picture frames of evening coffee stains and cherry lipgloss mend spaces at the back of my head eventually, present becomes a cage I, arrest this bird fearing fly and longingly said to return
Peace Out! Posted at 3:34 PM
THEMAN.
Jason Thian
23
Rich but broke Student
Leo
Once a Saint, Always a Saint
LOVES.
The Girl of My Life:
My Family I love my Friends Nothing beats Soccer Zen abt my Mum's Homemade Food
GOALS
Toyota Rav 4
Get Paid Traveling Round The World
Provide For My Whole Family With Ease
Complete Half-Marathon
Start My Own Family
