Muse

The sun was up but the wind was raking through all our hairs. No bells were ringing. No groom in sight but there's a wedding going on. The bride's in a black dress. The mother of the bride most unhappy. The father of the bride still in shock. The bride herself is clueless how did she landed herself in that role.

So where's the groom again?

Day broke at 1530 in goosebumps and horror. But I woke. Thank goodness. And today's the day of the potluck. XD


We ate. We played. We burned. We drink and We laughed! What a charade of Life. (=