Get There

Life is a gift, isn’t it?

Happiness is a life working progress toward destiny

Have no worries, there’ll be glories

You will do well, just believe

You will get there

Didn’t Matter

When you rarely be heard

You’ll get used to do things on your own

Then be aloof to your environment

Because you realize that all the efforts to get attention just….

… didn’t matter

You would just say, whatever

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What’s your opinion?

“Forgiveness was the premature end to the story” -Elizabeth Hay-

The Fall and The Rise

I knew you

I saw you

In the dreams

You, ghost, memories

Reappeared and disappeared again

My sanity, the future, and the passion

This tangled feeling, still confusing

The question marks that still haven’t got an answer

Still trying to find the meaning of this gift

In between the fall and the rise

I’m still trying to find the light

Disaster

It’s dark and full of hate

So don’t badmouthing me

when you were the one who caused the disaster

If you don’t remember

let me be your reminder

Note to Self

It’s easy to get lost in a depression state and feel bad, pathetic or beated. Look to my old sincere writing like this remind me again that I can be a better people.

Message in a bottle

I do still remember those times

But I won’t go back to the memoy land

I write a letter you might never read

Like put a message in a bottle

then let it sweep away by the water

Tell My Self

Is it you

Is it me

It doesn’t matter anymore

I say goodbye and move on

Relapsing is normal

Just tell my self I won’t go back

And don’t need to feel discouraged