='(

A diverging road of two.

I chose the path less taken.

time comes, i felt emptiness...

why am I seemed to be the one left out?

i felt like i was travelling on a bullet train somewhere in northen paris alone with my bagpack n hopping off a cliff without knowing what lies beneath.

is this the price for

being who I am?

i don't feel you here...what went wrong?

intense training is ovr...time fr me to put my self of bits n pieces...together.,..re set my target...put my face bury in my Guyton or Moore underneath the dim study lamp... i m all messed up...

theres nothing anyone can do about it...

all i ask for is a simple hug...to bring me away from reality check,

for i can feel your presence n support...

to put in me some real feelings...

i don't want to be hardcore inside...='(

i just hope the memory i carved in everyone's memory would be a smile =)