in a mumblejumble of emotions, i'm lost in the confusion.
why do i always feel like this on sundays??

reminds me of the time i got lost in changi airport on one of those random trips to the airport cause we always found it fascinating. i got lost, or rather my dad lost me. didnt ask for help. too scared? i dont know. help approached me and shortly after i wasnt lost anymore.

i wonder if help's gonna find me now.

i love jars of clay.

downpour on my soul
splashing in the ocean, i'm losing control
dark sky all around
i can't feel my feet touching the ground

i wanna hug a penguin. anyone wanna be my penguin? =)