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And so it seems..
I'm NEVER gonna get out of the cocoon that I've spun around myself..
And I've never really moved on anywae..
Yea~Scold me,ignore me,give up hope..whatever..I'm staying put in this lil cocoon which i've spun, never emerging out as a beautiful butterfly to seek a new future.



I may fly again, I may not.
But at tis very moment, i won't and i'm not intending to.
I might juz be spinning my very own little fantasy, where everything seems to lie in place, the way i want it. Where things will turn out the way i wish they would.

But again, I may be hallucinating. Things change; and the only constant is change itself.
Maybe things aren't going to turn out the way i wish them to be, juz like the wishes i made upon the stars everynite.
Have I changed?Have you changed?

Are you walking out,without telling me?Are you walking out on me,juz when i made the decision to return to the nest.
I returned to the nest, it was deserted, devoid of all feelings. But now, i'm here to stay, building the nest from scratch, warming it up so u'll return when u're feeling cold.
But you may.just.not.return.

And if you never return, would i fly away?Or will i juz remain there and slowly wilt juz like a flower would when it lacks nutrients?
That, only time will tell...

If only you knew at 12:54 AM