Friday, 1 February 2013
Dear Ms February, when all objectivity is gone, you got still standing with the romancing story and movement. It's going bitter but little bit tender, like a black beer. Dear you, you have to put a side your humble at stake. Another frightened will be coming to abuse you somehow, although we need that good smell orchids and roses. They will bloom amongst the sandy and thunder. Such a lot of words to say, as same as my wall hanging furniture. Need some love and touchable, easily to reach and kissed. Dear February, Is that what are you going to speak? You make a sublimation and convince us to assume that you are something.Instead, you are the same, there's no a difference between you and the other months.