black and white

i stare at the photos. compare them with mine. compare with the mental pictures in my head. its all the same. and yet its so different. its like hello and goodbye at the same time. its no longer piercing. but rather a dull thud. deep inside. weighing me down. like i swallowed a stone. and its resting there inside of me. i can't wait for the day i can throw that stone away. but there will always be that impression left by the stone inside of me. and that's smthing i doubt will ever go away.

i've officially shifted into stress-mode. roars.

: jie kou :: jay chou :