Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —

Edgar Allan Poe

i wanted to share a little something which started me from being a poet.
it was the above poem which had give me inspiration.
it was a big thick book in red where i found it in my school library when i was a kid.
it's still fresh in my mind .

nothing much for yesterday(past midnight)
when to marsiling with my sis to alter our jeans then cut our hair. hehe.
darling, sorry never tell you cos it was meant to be a surprise for today. hehe.

going vivo city with darling. last minute his friends did not want to go. beats me =)
its been a while since we went out together. countless. the truth.

feeling a bit sad at the moment but it will get over.
i have been like this since forever. haha.
everyone's worried. no worries ok my lovers ?
i don't how to describe it. it comes & got for sure.
unwritten notes ? hmmm . . . haha.

mood state :
mixed emotions . totally .