Sometimes I love to read my friends blogs ,websites ,FB, flickr or tumblr.
Its like a canvas..all the paintings of feelings are there;
When I was left wondering what is this particular person
is thinking or feeling;
But words in IM or even voice could not transpire the truth;
I would go to the their blogs,website , flickr or tumblr;
I`ll know whats is going on.
Especially with pictures;
Pictures gives more story than words;
Then you know how to react too;
I`m glad my instincts are correct all this while;
And I `m relieve that I had let go my past memory too;
I was holding to it for no reason.
Timbaktu Inc will also changes it name soon.
http://ileftmyheartintokyo.tumblr.com/post/20005235815/08-by-growing-up-on-flickr
Its like a canvas..all the paintings of feelings are there;
When I was left wondering what is this particular person
is thinking or feeling;
But words in IM or even voice could not transpire the truth;
I would go to the their blogs,website , flickr or tumblr;
I`ll know whats is going on.
Especially with pictures;
Pictures gives more story than words;
Then you know how to react too;
I`m glad my instincts are correct all this while;
And I `m relieve that I had let go my past memory too;
I was holding to it for no reason.
Timbaktu Inc will also changes it name soon.
http://ileftmyheartintokyo.tumblr.com/post/20005235815/08-by-growing-up-on-flickr
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