1. Why do I need to move a muscle to breath, to blink, to walk, to move, to do anything at all?

2. The gone ones that I can't remember / The ones going on forever / The ones about to come uncared

7. "She hurts. He revenged. Loved ones goes breathless. Hatred burns and extinguishes. They all dies and new ones rises, the end." They said. "If you pull your soul and emotions to only vocalize, you might as well forgot which one of them is you."

4. And later, roses swarmed over the edge; all those pricks would remember how I can still feel the mortal in my flesh, but the strong scent never came to my realization. Ah. Roses don't have a scent. At least not to what I remember.

9. I wrote a letter to them, or to myself, or to anyone at all, to illustrate their beauty, their lovely little flaws, or to just sing how flushed my heart can be as they speak, how deep I can fall and how deeper I am willing to go, just to waste all my blooming ages, my paper, my ink my time, to put all these into the firepit, hoping they would too, burn -

5. I wish for many things, but I wish the most that I shouldn't need these wishes - whoops, just made another wish

8. I still remember that Spring is the lovely warmth, rain and life; Summer is the passionate heat, storm and youth; Autumn is the golden cool, breeze and harvest; Winter is the final cold, snow and silence. It was just as my beaty, your love, isn't it?

^ From my work XD

Still have 3 and 6 to go...