moosic is my religion.

Close your eyes.

Hey happiness.

I miss you. When are you coming back?

I need you.

Don't leave me, okay?
I'm still here.

We didn't get to watch the fireworks before--and it's such a shame--but I took them so you can see them and remember that within darkness, there's light at the end of the day. More beautiful, vibrant with different colours--scattered--in blank canvas.




Because when I close my eyes,
I dream of you. Just you.
Only you.

But you're slowly...
m o v i n g o n.



While I'm stuck in this
make-believe
fairytale
with no
ha p py- end in g.