More Than A Quarter

With this cold weather but a warm heart, it's once again time to bid farewell to the year, or should I say this bizarre year. When I look back at the quarter of life I lived, I can't stop myself from laughing while looking at those different yet colorful memories.  Life and I, we both had...

Brave Enough

How fragileyet strongerthan our fear,a thing calledhope is.

Something like Cotton Candy

I eyed that bright and big pink cloud for so long and I named it my missing Happiness. You came and handed me one that pink bright bun and I named you my missing Love. But this is too sweet for me and in-out empty that I replaced you both with Madness.