流汗

it's a rainy and gloomy morning. come to think of it, i can't remember when it last rained.

every storm brings with it hope, that somehow by morning everything will be made clean again. and even the most troubling stains will have disappeared. like the doubts over his innocence, or the consequence of his mistake. like the scars of his betrayal, or the memory of his kiss. so we wait for the storm to pass, hoping for the best, even though we know in our hearts some stains are so indelible nothing can wash them away.

yes, life is full of surprises.

it's already the third week of holidays =( i think i'm still on task because i've finished every revision paper for the sciences, which means i'm left with two weeks for geography, which is a lot yay =)