It's in your hands.

I don't know what's my purpose of writing so much.
I bet nobody will ever read it.
But i think i don't care.


It's just somewhere that i can pour my thoughts without any comments.
It's like my little room with my little table and comfy chair.
With all the space i can ever find.


Now i'm just a lost child for a moment.
All i can do is to finish what's not done.
And slowly answers will be finding me instead of me hunting it.



Dreaming out loud will end up nothing.
It will get you to no where with pieces of dreams.
I'll be looking for weekends with a messed up mind.


I will not let it fade away
And i don't think it'll fade away so easily.
The only thing against is time.

I really thanks all those who have been reading my space these while.
Although some may just appear to be invisible or unidentified.
But i thanks for the time spend to read my thoughts.
:)

C.K.