Dullness. The streets seems so empty and the clouds are nowhere to be found. The only thing that exists here is silence... and heartbeat. So serene. I wonder, where should i start? Where should i start now that i know that this is the beginning.... * random thoughts *

Anna Cecilia M. Morquicillo ©

Life is like a cup of coffee in summer.

Like footprints in the sand.

Like the palm trees under the sun's heat

and a zip of melancholy in between.