it's dead. there's no need to get back every five minutes and see if there's any pulse going on. it's dead. move on... walk away! (from Rules of Life).

So i sat there, on my small so called balcony, watching every bit of raindrops. Thinking how we can be so blind to see what lay around in front of us. Frightened of what'll become. If we just humble enough to sticked our face to the window and not too arogant to get our hand out so we can feel the raindrop touches the surface of our skin, we might learn something.

Touch the rain! Feel them splashed, I don't care... For it's only water and wet is all it can gets...