I'm just too tired changing and making things around me just like how I want. I hoped I was God, saving my friend from losing his life, I hoped I was God, getting whatever I want, making people around happy without upsetting myself, I hope I was God, full of inspirations to create things demanded in life, I hope I was God, and I hoped life is just as I want... But sooner or later I realized that I can't change even a damn thing in life. It's what they call destiny, it's what they call arranged. I'm tired, physically, mentally, gasping for air, clearing my mind and look as far as possible to figure out what will be going on next.
If it's a marathon, I would rather quit, for I know it takes more than what I can endure to reach the endpoint.
They said there's always a step back from the edge. I know. And now I've no idea whether to smile, to cry or give no expression. All is coming at the same time, and I'm me, I don't have three faces to show all.
Perhaps it's just another one of the moments where I'm lost in life, where confusion surrounds. I know I must move on, but for the moment I'll be sitting by the edge, until I figure out what to do next.
Another rest, perhaps longer than what I need. Just need to put myself in other world, as easy as said by her. It's all just dreams, barely dreams
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