i mourned.

~oh yes.

i celebrated that day, that painful night.

last 27th, i went out with jell.

i had to say an alibi--which was quite true.

but i didn't mean to tell

why i really wanted to go out.

around 6pm, i made my walk.

i mourned for the death of my heart..

i needed to feel something else.

aside from the overwhelming love and pain

that was flooding in me.

i went for a walk across roads.

yes. the adrenaline rush that came into me

whenever a car drives past me.

so near that my skin is just an inch from each car.

*it was nice.

dangerous, yet relieveing.

[here's a picture taken when i got back home]