One last time.

I cant remember when was it
but it was one of those times
where we sitting by the river
outside of Butterfactory in Singapore
that she said to me,


"How can you always move leaving all your loved ones behind? I can never bring myself to do it. You are so brave."


I can never get that moment
out of my head
even when its been a year ago
AlcoK said to me.

Yesterday i watched another one
of my favourite girlfriend cry
as we said goodbye
and it just felt so heartbroken
to have history repeat itself.

I hate leaving dos
as i know i will start to cry
but lets meet up
one more last time alright, Norah
because i know you'll be reading this.






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My last looks of Bristol






You see things as random
as a baby lamb on the streets of Broadmead,
as people were trying to promote
Noah's Ark in Clevedon.





A police chase
for a thief who stole something
from a van who ended up crying
on the streets of Broadmead. -_-





The beautiful cathedral
with the lovely sun shinning over it
and colourful flowers blooming
in the late summer
before it all dies away.

God im missing it here already. :(