At some point in my life, i no longer show honest and truthful side of me.
i lie my way through by pretending to be this somebody that probably is just half of what i used to be.
i wear a mask, a mask that shows how strong i am, how cold i am, how unwavered i am.
but within there is little shrills of cries, whimpers and sounds of fear.
it's been a long time since i felt stressed and wanna break down.
at times, its not about the stress from external sources but from yourself.
i felt, so many times this week the inability to hear my own voice,
to feel my hunger pangs,
to know when nature is signalling for me to rest
i am tired. but no sleep or rest can recover it. but only when i know the burden is lifted, i can soar once again like how i used to, on wings of freedom.
when i was 5years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life.when i went to school, they asked me what i wanted to be when i grew up. i wrote down "happy". they told me i didn't understand the assignment and i told them they didn't understand life.
a pact sealed
a promise made
but it's hard to find beauty in negative spaces.
the Lord is good.
i know it for i tasted it.
let the next week be good
at least set out a race that i can pace steadily, not too harsh please.
let me have ample rest in between
and short breaks for food
flying off soon
anyone needs anything from thailand?
fly there for serious business, so don't envy me.
for if given a choice, i don't really wanna fly over. moolah yo.
ok, bye world
