Thursday, 19 April 2012

Even if it's wishful, I still want to wish.

Because life is never perfect, we wish for miracles, wish for things to make it perfect.
I never wanted it to happen to my family, never never.
I want to be naive, I want to ignorant, so that everything that I wish that it will never happen-will never happen and even if it happens I wouldn't know. But again, would I be?
Sometimes, I think too much, too much that I'm afraid. 

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