180905

Atop the skyscraper he stood,

gazing down at the city under his hood.

The westernly gale wrapped him in its frosty grip,

almost sweeping him off his feet.

His mind an empty shell,

but his heart a cauldron of emotions.

Closing his eyes,

he took his first and last leap.

Somewhere in the endless boundary of the sky,

the muted light of a star softly fades.

(170905)

grace; bring me to the end of the rainbow says:
i hope there will be nz gathering!

grace; bring me to the end of the rainbow says:
though we probably get daoed lar

ATTACK OF THE STREPSILS says:

aye but marcus told me that that's because they think we're "cool" that's why they dont dare to come near us! hahahaha it's so comical

grace; bring me to the end of the rainbow says:
hahahahahahaha!!!

grace; bring me to the end of the rainbow says:
we're cool?!?!??!?!

ATTACK OF THE STREPSILS says:
YES

ATTACK OF THE STREPSILS says:
hahaha

grace; bring me to the end of the rainbow says:
okay this time we shall go burn ourselves in sentosa first

grace; bring me to the end of the rainbow says:
then we'll be hot and roasted!

HAHA