//May 05, 2010//
For many nights of half asleep and many days of full gas tank, the sun is still shining and the wind is still blowing.
Through rains and dark clouds, I don’t know how I behave to people and what the use of it all.
It doesn’t make rhymes and it doesn’t make sense, but sometimes I questioned myself for being too mean to people or too damn nice to them.
Why does it seem not right and why does it have to be questioned.
As today, I found myself.
Right there, in the middle of Coelho’s book and slip in Randy Newman tunes.
Right here, in the middle of book shelves and the Belgian Waffle stall.
Right between the corner of rollercoaster ride and the merry-go-round.
I was there, and will always be there.
I choose to be here, and I am.
This is the person who goes after passion knowing it will be all full of failure and disappointment.
Where waiting is the daily routine.
For knowing what the use of complaining.
I’ve been gone and I’ve been back.
It is Christina and Amber.
It is a beauty and a geek.
It’s been long and it’s been hard.
But in the end, welcome home.
Buddy, pal, dude, friends, you,
I’m here.