Waiting for me.
My fingers itching to dance on the key board like they used to so very long ago.
The past few months have been magical.
Chinese New Year was great, just like I expected.
Family time with the cousins. Eating lots and lots of food.
being free
Free from anything that would kill my freedom.
laughing like there's no tomorrow.
Work. Work. Work.
how can I ever love you? be passionate about you?
Expectations.
Achievements.
Pleasing people.
commitments.
Walking gracefully, shoulders back chin up. wearing heels and skirts and shirts so tight so neat
make up on, the only thing that I am fighting to keep is my messy hair.
I love my hair messy, the flow of it.
I can barely recognize myself.
Is this life? Is this?
the money, life and happiness, controversial conversation, discussions, arguments never stop.
I just want to run. Run away.
run away with music.
run away with you.
each and every mistakes and scoldings and embarrassment i got from work just disappears when you are with me.
But. no one understands. all they ever see is the obvious difference. the outer shell that will never define who you are and who i am.
That shallow surface is all they want to see.
Funny, they knew treasures are buried deep under.
Thank you for loving me the way you love me.
This cage. How can i ever breakthrough it?
My friends said I live for love. I live to love.
I love, to survive.
I will never get the happiness that I've always yearn for.
so now. Let me embrace life. let me go.
-hearts are wild creatures. and you caught mine.-
