Dear Stranger
Dear Stranger, I had weird consciousness at the first place. I guess I was wrong. You turned to be my wonderwall, un-conditional-listener, happy-go-lucky dreamer, invicible supporter, and carefree partner. I called you: my perfect distraction. Then, trouble happened in some other day. That time, I'm totally wrong. I'm taking you for granted and it's too bad You have your fantasyland in mind, and i cant go with it I'd rather stay with my complexity mind, and deal with it Living my crazy-messy-world, but somehow, it's real I dont know how to fix it Stranger, you got the key Whoever, Wherever, Whatsoever.