How many times we felt trapped, not within a physical boundaries, but within our own incapability? Desperately hope for a way out, but only death ends those await. Perhaps there is a hope, glimmering softly on the far side; just like sitting by the night windows and seeing the moon just about within our reach, but it isn’t. Continue reading
It was this year’s Christmas, around a new humble brick house, in the middle of green rice fields, when the sun hidden between the cloudy sky, after the mountain wind gently danced around what we call a family. Yes, it was there I met you again after a while. Continue reading
When a restless mind comes, I don’t want just to stay still. I want to dance with the rain, I want to walk within the wind. When a restless mind comes, I just can’t let myself being alone.