One more week..
I’ll be getting out from here..
seems like waiting hell after paradise..
counting days..
it’s just a matter of time..
before everything has to be ended..
and start moving on..
facing the differences..
of something new in front of my face..
to carve new memories and new histories..
really hard to avoid all these things..
’cause time flies..
no matter what..
until I finally realize that everything so damn crazy..
I never know when I’ll be seeing you again..
maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, or maybe never..
so merely it’s just a memory..
an abstract thing where you and I were there..
it ain’t real anymore..
it ain’t tangible..
fragile..
wipe it and immediately gone..
as simple as clapping my hand..
I want to stay..
I want to be here, with people that I love..
and not alone…
because “being alone sucks!”..
I’ve found my paradise..
yet I haven’t found my angels..
where they and I could enjoy how beautiful this is..
not getting my hopes up..
I may not be found my angels..
maybe that’s ok..
maybe it’s just the way I am..
maybe this is my story..
or maybe this is someone’s story..
and I’m stuck inside it..
free me..