How are you?
How have you been?
How 's life?
These simple greetings,
warmth the heart, mend the bust-up relations
Too bad,
neither of the parties chose to take the first step
Who to blame?
Me, myself.
Life,
a bowl of cherries,
simple and pleasant
Happiness,
a choice,
we hold the chance of it.
LIVING IN THE PAST.
I loathe myself for being stuck in the past.
The place where I catch a glimpse of happiness, an authentic smile.
The memories I used to have,
the silence I used to enjoy,
the bits and pieces of a happy,
bliss family.
NOW,
I'm still present, at the same place,
where memories makes me mad,
where silence makes me cry,
where I have to incept the happiness I'm looking for.
I'm waiting for a train, a train that will take me far away.
