lying on the table is a piece of paper there are handwritten printings on it but they are hard to make out because they are in codes with the paper, there's the decipherer but it doesn't matter because whoever inhibits the room will never run those fingers through the decipherer the verdict given with just one look is enough to leave the paper desolated not made of fine quality, the paper was but did you know it came with a cause? those arduous, painstaking codes written by the hands of someone who stood under the blown-out lamp on the street the heart and soul of the darkest shining star in the sky it was a test, to see if you even bothered with all those breath-taking posters, the paper don't even stand a chance besides, you would most probably shrug it off your shoulder because you couldn't care less even though you are just one unit out of many others the writer sees it all maybe one day, out of absolute boredom you would give the paper a shot and one by one, the codes turned from gibberish to senses in your head you are processing the information the bulb in your mind finally lights up from your window, for the first time ever, you found the blown-out lamp that nobody bothered to fix you kept your gaze there just like the lamp, the paper ages with time the rusty stand of the lamp, the yellow corners of the paper eating itself up you tried to look for the writer under the dormant lamp you don't see her with each day that you ignored the paper, the shadow casted by the lamp grew bigger until she was consumed, by the shadows that enticed her while she stood there because they seem to care better if you'd look your window sooner, the paper wouldn't have lost all it's meaning, along with the trace of her.
excuse me :X
12:24:00 PM
THE OLD FART
Wan En
18
HKPS(1999-2004)
Commonwealth Sec (2005-2008)
National JC (2009-2010)
