Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes.
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears.
What is it else?
A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare
See how those words were put in to make the poem so vivid? Um.. One of my fav actually... It kinda explain how i'm feeling right now..
Many things have happen and i do not have a direction. Lost and just felt weak.
Worried about this and that.. When will it gonna end?
I wanna go aboard. To a place where i can relax and feel comfortable with. With the sea breeze blowing and caressing my cheeks. The smelt of salt and the night breeze. Indeed.. that's what i'm looking for... BUT where?
Did some self-shot pics. Especially love the eye make up that i did on the second one.
