dear TF till i die

sorry. n' i feel a little guilt free whenever i say this to you. n' yet again... i couldn't give anythin'... but only offered my hands holdin' the ashes of time... waitin' for the wind to blow it over. could only deliver all the second hand vows to you first hand though... the vows that stand firm n' strong. tried different lanes to reach fool's paradise... knew no one there though. wish you could make fun with screechin' tyres n' universal mockin'. still unknown if i tried for change... regret more for the things which changed than the ones which didn't?

i know you felt strange because it's never easy to make believe which you totally unbelieve. but nonetheless.. you did your very best.

n' maybe it's not because of its loss but life's last traces which is makin' it all so vulnerable. you'll be better i hope.. when these traces are no more.

n' maybe this square shaped room makes the closest resemblance. don't need candles though... n' that's ok. but i wonder what wish are you gonna make... or is there anythin' left at all!

wishingly yours,
....