Paper Cut.

How I loathe the fact that I left two papers and a short story for the last minute.
Tralaalala.. Falala!

Gazing,
Marveling at her Beauty.
I see wrinkles from her smile but sadness in her eyes.
What's wrong with life? Nothing..
Yet.

Tushe?
Cheers?

Until next time, dear friend.
Cheers.