<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/5742075064449624665?origin\x3dhttp://photographingthepast.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
OBLIVIATE;
Muse
Specs
Way Out
Credits
+ follow Dashboard
So call me, maybe? :)

Life isn't about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.


← OlderNewer →






Wednesday, February 8, 20129:36 PM

I gotta learnt to suck it up and to let go of something that is not meant to be mine. Even though I have gone through it over and over again, I never seems to learn from them. Why do I fall in easily and finding it hard to let go? Though there are differences, I thought maybe it fits nicely like a puzzle. No matter what they say, I still feel the same, no better.




Maybe what I need is to escape into the mountains surrounded by tall tress. I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil