These last few days of two thousand eleven, to be honest, do open my eyes. On tiny little details that I’ve forgotten cause I am too busy wondering on things that’s not mine. Not literally ‘things', but the ‘thing' that you think you deserved it, which only an illusion-candy.
Whatever it is, I hope these last few days, remain carved in my heart and for me not to forget. To him, thank you, because of you, struggled, not to own me, but to make sure I am not alone, even I think I never feel one.
