For no obvious reasons, I feel gloomy out of a sudden.
The feeling is like, all life is sucked out of me, leaving an empty shell of what used to be 'Ivy'.
Perhaps this is the after-effect of what happened lately.
The after-effect of enjoying good moments, until somehow I took them for granted.
And now Nelly Furtado's "All Good Things" comes into the picture. I realize I love my Media Player so much, because it kind of reads my mind, and always plays songs that suit my mood best. And I begin to wonder if it really can read my mind.
"Flames to dust,
Lovers to friends,
Why do all good things come to an end?"
Why do all good things come to an end? Come to an end?
I'm sorry if my post painted your day grey.
