Queen of thorns
I shake hands with the queen of thorns, decorated with the fragrance of jasmine and blooms of petals that shimmer through the moonlight. A friendly and clandestine rendezvous of sorts, to negotiate the daily routine of pain.
Carbon copies
Let me sign my life at the ledger of your contract. We shall do business by exchanging our names.
Stroll
Stroll through the streets of misfortune, bad weather, and good omen.
Watch
A silk blanket upon phalanges that barely cling onto thin air.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.