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Thursday, February 24, 2005
Lots of love:
Genia.

Take a deep breath whenever you feel suffocated. Take a walk whenever it becomes overbearing. Go away, but remember to come back. You're not alone, I promise to walk with you. Even if I'm not there, I've an invisible arm aronud you always. Come to me, I can help. (=


I want to be the sprinter who keep his focused right when he sprints, not letting the surrounding distracts him. Yet I also want to be the long-distance runner who runs and appreciate the nature. I need to pace.

I have climbed high enough that pain has become such a fearful thing to me. I have made decisions that had risen my egoistic level. I have run races, which makes me cry half way through. I have experienced situations that leaves a scar in my heart. I need to pace.

I've fallen, wounded, and broken. I'm like an abandoned kitten who needs a loving master to pick it up again, showering love, care and concern.

maoed.
at 10:21 AM