Fragile

We all are. Even if we won't admit it.

The summer solstice had inevitably moved on
Along the possibilities of the summer gone
And with it comes the fall
And the chill of winter is on the horizon

As my memory rest in peace
Melancholy will be last thing that grips me
Like we did, when spring began
Wake me up when my September end

So. I've been using the toilet alot these two days. Can't help but felt abit attached to that place.(No i'm not going crazy if thats what ur thinking). I really do hope I can get well for tomoro's futsall. sigh. Why must I be bedridden(Nearly) sick at epic moments in life? Darn it.

P/s: feeling real darn dreamy after being bed ridden for nearly the whole day. ugh.