Good to see you!

It's been awhile.

And people keep telling me everything has changed. 'So have I,' I thought. A lot of things happen. I don't even think about it anymore. Not like I forget. We don't forget something matters a lot. But it's just, I remember it different. I embrace the fact I denied for so long. So I was ready, I'm fine.

But it doesn't. As if we were just continuing from where we left of. I wonder why people told me otherwise. Maybe people just don't know you enough?

My anticipation, rather than protecting me, keeps me awkward when things just flow. Life is ridiculous, eh?

I'm glad the past doesn't show up. It's not even worth talking.

So! :)

My Almighty

Him, who sees over me, always.
Him, who I can always find at the exact same spot when I seek.
Who stays there, for ever.
Waiting, yet never doing nothing.

Him, who always patiently looks after me.
Him who keeps me safe and sound.
Even when I'm far, or blind, or deaf, or dirty.
Him, to whom I am always a little child.
Him, who is sad when I stray, yet welcomes me with the happiest smile and warmest hug when I come back home, helpless.
Him who forgives and forgets.

Him who listens even before I say anything yet.
Him who is always silent, yet does everything perfectly for me.
Him who always looks at me in the eyes, lovingly, when I visit even only for awhile.


Him whom I fear and I don't at the same time, for I know there is no greatest love.
And that is why I don't need anything else to convince me, that He is my strength, my saviour, my father, my all.

Troublesome Thing

会いたい。 

And it's only been 10 days.

Wondering

So they say, true love makes you feel peaceful, secure.

I wonder,
can we feel peaceful and secure without loving?

Bubble in the Air

Sometimes, at some point, I feel like I'm being too delusional. That what I feel purely comes from my imagination alone. That nothing is true. That it's only in my head. So I say I'm reminiscing from my memory. But memory can deceive, no? Though it's our very own.

I think, if I want to be a little bit honest, it comes from a wish.
That I wish I could say it like that, but I couldn't.

What's in the past remains in the past. Myself should have known better, that it's such a wasteful illusion. Not like it was even a happy one.
I know. What's in the past remains in the past. You can dream, you can feel as if it was real, but it is not.
It's okay. It's not like I am not moving forward. I already have.

But such a moment belongs to me alone. It does not concern nor involve any body else in this world. So please don't question it, don't even mind about it, just let me own it for a while. Since it will soon dissolve like a bubble in the air.