I will...

If you ever feel that you’re falling, reach me.

I will never let go of your hand.

I will hold you tight.

I will never let you down.

You are not alone.

If you want someone to talk to, call me.

I will lend you my ear.

I will be a good listener.

I will listen to everything you say.

I might not be able to help you but I will share your burden.

I will lend you my shoulder to cry on.

It's a beautiful life...

I wanted to have a completely unexpected encounter that I would never think about.

Someday, I want to meet someone who would keep me awake from midnight to the crack of dawn.

A friend who will listen to what I have to say.

But all of that are my aspirations that cannot be accomplished.

I’ve started to hate myself.

For a long time, I’ve hated myself.

I’ve hated myself for crying without any reason.

My heart was inhabited, not even by a soft gust of wind.

I erased the contents of it, while not knowing who the new occupier would be.

I don’t know about everything.

I’m just doing the things that I’m good with.

Not being held by anyone.

Not being defended.

I’m looking at the stars now.

It’s a bad world.

Have you tried saying a farewell?

I’ve been praying as I painfully watched you.

I was trying only to comfort myself.

The world is not all that beautiful.

I’m aware of the fact that life makes us pick choices.

The choices full of mystery from the Pandora box.

Then I need to make a choice right now-a right choice.

I trust my own choice which is the choice of joy.

I choose to be happy.

From now on I wish everything is beautiful and fun.

I’m thankful to myself for surviving through pain.

I wanna have a beautiful life.

They say...

They say that I’m always brightly smiling.

They say that I don’t know such a thing as pain.

But my heart is crying and no one knows.

Ohhh… Now I realize something.

I say it while smiling brightly.

But the truth is I’m covered by a dark shadow.
I hate myself for being like that but I believe my sad heart will smile someday.

Someday everything will make perfect sense...

The morning sun that always comes is my companion.

It shines on me in case I get lonely from being alone.

When the sun rises, the birds fly to the sky.

Sometimes, even the birds have no choice but to fly.

Sometimes, I don’t even know what I’m saying.

But someone somewhere will know my heart.

I gotta get up and stand up now.

Life must go on.

There’s no use to live in grieve.

Dedicated to YOU...

To my dearest bestfriend (a real friend who always stay by my side not only when I’m happy but also when I’m helpless and hopeless during the difficult time…),

I know you already know the fact that it’s a cold and mean world out there.

Sometimes you’ll feel as if nobody cares.

You feel down.

You feel hopeless.

Till at the certain point, you’ll ask yourself; “Can somebody save me now? Can I save my own self?”

But dear friend,

Though it’s hard, you gotta get up.

Don’t give up now.

Even the dark night sky will be replaced by the bright sun.

This hardest time of yours will surely passed.

You...

I’m struggling to find you who I cannot see.

I’m struggling to find you who I cannot hear.

I see things that I couldn’t see before.

I hear things that I couldn’t hear before.

After you left me, I have grown a power that I didn’t have before.

Mature with time~

I just give a piece of advice to my junior: “You will learn so many things if you are willing to learn. Willingness is the key in here.”

If she asks for my advice 2 or 3 years ago, I wouldn’t answer her that way. It’ll be different coz at that time I wouldn’t even give a damn in this kind of things. I’ll just go with the flow (right now too, I’ll still go with the flow..haha… Well, that’s my real self..).

The point is that, the answer that we’ll give for the same question will be different depending on our maturity. When we can see things more clearly.. When we can foresee what behead us if we act this way or that way.

To put it in a nutshell, the older you became the more matured you are. It can be seen from the behaviour and the way of thinking. When you reach at the age where you start to understand the real world, then you will be like me.