Paula watches bollywood: Lootera
I want to paint a masterpiece that the world will remember
The world was on fire, no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire can make foolish people do.
The sky is awake, and so am I. I don’t know what the deal is with my body clock, but it’s not cooperating with me. I’m far from drowsy. Maybe I should take this chance to write more poems, yes?