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    I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
    Walking by the bay, on the shore
    Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
    You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
    Running into the dark underground

    Sunday, April 5, 2009

    It's around this time of the year that drives me mad sometimes.

    I don't want to take care of people all the time, even though I feel happy from doing it. I want to be taken care of, not always being the one taking care of others sometimes.

    But, when a family's got a piece that's missing, no matter how much you try to glue back the parts, there'll still be a crack.

    The crack may be the space in which the light comes in, but the wind comes in through the same space too.

    There won't be a perfect finishing. What's flawed can't be fixed. At least for this anyway.

    But counting blessings is a must. At least I know how it feels before all tragedy happened. At least I know, there's always somebody else.

    Note: I'm not emoing. I hate being emo! This is just a rare moment when I'm not just thinking in my head. I'm typing it out instead. This is really a piece of me.