hiponesa

it's not the time for putting these types of words together, nor even mentioning them, but we all grow old and our boredom transcends the seasons and the chemical fluctuation of our collective merriment. nothing really changes but the weather. i still don't have an answer for your what-are-you-trying-to-say's. in fairness, the feeling is mutual. lol. i don't want to be curious anymore because this restlessness is long overdue. i think it's at a point of knowing whether is you is or is you ain't, my baby, like how tom (of tom and jerry) would sing. i know, i know, i'm not making sense.

i think all i'm saying is, i love you, and it's a funny way to die. haha. merry christmas. :)