The diary of mine,
will i be proud to read it when i am a grandfather .....
The path i walked,
will it be the same route i choose when i still wearing my secondary uniform ....
The sky i see,
will it still be as blue as it was today ....
The expression of mine,
will i be able to smile just as much as i cried ....
Always ......
Tilt my head,
Shut my eye,
Hold my tears,
Clench my palm,
Breath in as hard as i can .....
And shout out as hard as i can .....
(realise something)
Haha..... finally, the pain had weld together to form courage .....
I have my new way of looking at things,
since a cup of hot coffee would warm me up at a cold morning,
since a hug would stop the time from keep going,
since simply breathing was good enough for me ....
I am so grateful as you are always there,
the parent of mine who smile at me everytime i meet them,
the brother of mine who always remind me on how special i am,
the friends of mine who go around with me without a single complain.
I won't stop yet,
for there are still a lots of blank pages in my diary,
for there are still a lots of questions to be answered,
for there are someone special waiting for me to hold her hand.
..........
HEY~ LOOK, I SMILED!!
