~QUESTIONS~

tok..tok..tok....The clock strikes 9pm and I'm still sitting here running my finger on my best 'dude' keyboard. I have talked alot of unnecessary things out today but I just felt OK (bearable sorrows). What does this indicates? Everybody was giving me the same reaction "Huh?" which is a word I'm already 'numb' to. Guess Linkin' Park was right in some way (the hit song:Numb). What he wants is just changing me to someone he wants.

QUESTION: Where do I hide my myself?

I can't lift myself as if I'm 1000 tonnes heavier than before. I'm down to my knees, struggling hard to sustain the weight inside me. They must have been left accumulated in my heart since long ago and now it weighs tonnes!! Who can remove all the sorrows inside me and show me the miracle to believe in fairy tales once again? Remind me of Momoko Tao (nu ren xin si) saying "You'll find your happiness one day" Just be patient......

QUESTION: Does patience remove the sorrows?

Duup..duup.....water? Where do they come from? Without thinking she uses towel and soak them dry but they just won't stop running down! There's nothing she can do to stop the droplets, NO "water tap" and as if they came from a limitless 'lake'. Then all of sudden her vision blur. The watery lake has taken full control over her......

QUESTION: What kinda 'towel' can soak all the water from the lake?

Staring above the sky...stars twinkling with the company of Mr moon. Looks like at this moment I can only find hope through the guiding stars. My eyes continuously hunting for something different in sight but sadly there's nothing appeared. In front of me, there lies a limitless desert which has no direction. I had no idea how long I've walked from the reality. Somebody just get me outta here.

QUESTION: Instead of getting me out, who is willing to walk through the desert with me?

She's right...."too many time for so little things to be said". Even a simple missed call and short sms can't slip off from my finger to reach him. Is he thinking the same thing as I do? Sadly time has come but none moves a step forward. Why isn't my mouth muscle moving to mumble out the thing that I had wished to express? I've been trying for long...long...looks like my patience does have a wall of limit. Perhaps he also don't bother to speak. Has he tried as hard? My feet is so heavy that I could hardly lift it to step inside his shoes and think for him anymore. The weight is overwhelming this time....

tok tok....It's 10pm now. Inspirations dried out.............
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