i have never seen in my life a shooting star passing by right in front of my very eyes. but i heard that it quietly arrives into the hearts of hopeful cries; just like the effect of a butterfly from somewhere distant and quiet that indirectly wakes me up at night. like a shooting star in a random flight, i dont know what i should do with my life; im still awake in the middle of the night, looking for a reason to keep up the fight. The wind came to me and tried to recite a poetry in a language that i cant write; just like a shooting star which prophesised a future that may only happen after i die. in the mystery of the universe so infinite, the shooting star is just a flame of light. a passing brilliance in the blink of an eye will not change the darkness of our nights; a few moments of glory within my lifetime couldnt help to make the wrong things right. i havent found my purpose and im really tired, like the star is shooting and doesnt know why.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 14:48:40 +0000