It's funny how I began to take conversations into serious importance, that it begins to whole a large percentage of every of my living days. I think of ways to know people better. I feel bad after an awkward conversation because I feel like I'm bad at socializing. When I was in primary school, I just had to go mad and make people laugh but now being in secondary school, people do tend to raise an eyebrow.
I take these conversations so seriously that I - even crossing the road, stumble on steps and graze my knees. I am so immersed, that I even plan conversations. I think I'm weird. Different, weird. Am I special? :S Lol.
Anyway, khairi's having a high fever (38.9 d'Celsius the last time I asked), so I really hope he gets well soon. High fever's an asshole.
I want to feel the warmth of my duvets even on a hot summer's day.
I want to lay in a sea of hollyhocks even on a cold winter's season.
I want to hold your hand, necessary or not, in pain or in joy, in agony or in anger.
I'll draw a thousand lines in the sand marking the days.