Heavy Heart

It is with heavy heart that goodbyes are inevitable, it's hard to even say it out loud that everything, everything that you might known or cherished may be gone in an instant, a wilted wild flower that blooms in the morning snow.

Perhaps, it's the determination of the bud that wants to shine in the icy white field. Perhaps the bloom will be colourful at the end of September.

Like all pretty flowers, it will stand strong against the tide of withering time.

Wildest Moments

Time ticks slow, but the days are fast ahead of time. It seems that way for me. One and a half months to go, and goodbyes will ensued. I will truly miss the people around me, the wisdom, the wit and the never ending laughter. Frankly to say, I am not excited at all to be moving, yet this is one thing that I've yearned for so long.

Though my lips says I'm fine, deep down I felt torn of betraying the trust that was given to me, perhaps over time I would realize that it is just temporary, the strong lingering feeling; pierce through my emotions would fade. The dawning thought of me writing here again is so passe, it seems we are inseparable one way or another, don't you think?

Perhaps in my wildest moments, I will find the courage and faith in myself to bravely move on.