seeing the world as sheets and sheets of canvases. green grass, white paths, black roads. the atmosphere is a pattern. the shadows are patterns. the sky, clouds, they're paintings, painted with different strokes of the brush and mixes of colours.

walking home has never felt so beautiful.

long but good day. its been long since i felt this way.

happy birthday verin (: although we didnt celebrate with an awesome bigbang, i hope you liked it.