God will make a way.

I am fighting this war with only pushing foundly my strength,
I grasp for air tightly with my wrist,
Pounding this run with much dismay,
I knew giving up is my hope.
But "no!" is screaming from the back and front of my thought, like a jumping-jacks.
why? why?
Is it necessary? why?
why ripe myself apart-
Because. True love never dies, perhaps lust.
But lust do find true love at times.

But, I believe SPM, is my waiting for me.
Unlike those unreasonable people.
I am glad I found you, through those seeking in the dark spots. Those sleepless night, running through my fingers, shivering in the room, just to watch you tick.



So here, allow me to cuddle you to sleep, feeling the warmness of your flat surface leanning against my body, beaming with A1s.
I can't find other experience, or love(besides God) to compare thee love.

The ocean spreaded so wide,
but, you felt right to the center,
listened to the vow of silence-A...As...As..

Though, the message is a little triftle too cliched, but all in all I tasted it all.
With this post, and my entire blog , I thee pledge my upmost faithfulness and sincerity to you, SPM. My last golden opportunity.