Mutillation is a brutal, yet beautiful art.

Mood: Like how I've been feeling for the pass weeks.

Enjoying: The company of my plushies.

21 nights, waking up crying. Miserable as hell. Oh well, thats part and parcel of life anyways.

Thank you Chunsen and Priscilla, for talking to me over the phone. Thank you. For if the both of you didn't talked to me, I would've done something silly. Thank you sabby for being my messanger. Thank you <3 

Anyways, I just took a few minutes yesterday night and wrote another poem whilst being over the phone with Priscilla.

I call this one, The reason why I lived.

[I put my life on standby.

hung my heart from a fine fine line.

I lay down in this empty room,

on it's dirt infested floor,

Thinking of the moments,

I was big big fool.

The moments I look at you,

I look away in shame,

I dare not look straight in to your angelic face.

I cry when I stand still, 

I cry when I sit.

I cry every minute,

I cry when I sleep.

I see you in my dreams,

Those dreams that make me bleed.

You are my blood, bone and sunshine,

The simple reason to why I'm still alive.

Alfie. 2009 (c)]

To You: I may not be what you dream for, but I'm making sure I will be at least half of what you want.