what's in my head actually? what does my heart whisper all this time? why does it hurt so much in here? where are you? what are you?
i wish you'll never can penetrate my dream. sleep is the only way i am able to escape who-what-ever-you-are.
happy belated birthday, intan. i'm sorry you had to face all this in your supposed to be 0nce-a-year-happy-day.