OLD MISS TUNG

sunset, checkered-mat on the grass, pretty flowers, gentle cold breezes, jazz music, comfortable cotton sweater, raisins butter cookies, a warm cup of earl grey tea.

somewhere i'll like, to stay for a long long time now.
:)

millions and millions of people existed in this world
so many walked past me here and there
but none was u
u is future someone
u is something
u is a word
it feels so nothing to have nobody in mind
it just dont feel right