It's Not Insanity. - 20.12.09

When I walk back the usual road to the hostel at night,

I like to sing at the blardy top of my voice

while brushing my hair back in the huge winds.

Na. The only time my worries fly away with the falling leaves.

Yours truly,
Mervin, why so emo? Must be the nothing-to-blog-about syndrome.