there you are, at the turnstiles screening out the good and the bad many have passed, many you have missed as they pass through, they wait for the moment the light will either turn red or green doors will open, leading to different paths one of them is just the exit, the other a special place the place,though special, feels like winter it's desolated, and anyone's hardly there to warm it up when it was her turn, there was no light with no indication, she had no direction at a distance, there was a door it looked like it has never been opened before with nowhere else to go, she followed there was a chair, and it looked like it has always been there just waiting for the one to put it to use so she sat, and the door closes like that in the far corner of the brain, where it always rain until some miracle happens, that's where she'll remain, waiting......
excuse me :X
12:17:00 AM
THE OLD FART
Wan En
18
HKPS(1999-2004)
Commonwealth Sec (2005-2008)
National JC (2009-2010)
