March 8, 2013

Happy Birthday Dad

27 February 2013

I am walking on my way home now
This housing cluster is so quite, I wish to be this calm until the end of the road

I am walking alone with my head down
Trying to catch one good memory to distract the burden away
I found one, it was with my dad

It was when I am about 8 years old, formerly also was a thinker kind
If I recall that that time again I begin to realized that was when this pattern begins
This restless mind must be tricked sometimes

I used to distracted myself with television, a lot
Thinking rather drag my focus on commercial breaks than struggle with such conflicted heart
Back then we only have one big screen television on the living room
A big pacifier when mom and dad were asleep, or so I thought

That was where I belong
When disturbing thoughts keep creeping me out
Cling on to the remote where I put up hopes
"seed me some happy thoughts"

Till I fall asleep

This isn't a tale of broken home
Because there was a father, my father
Carry me up to bed in the middle of my sleep
Carefully mind his steps, afraid to wake his daughter up
Gently tuck me into my bed
Made me feel like a princess that has been saved from a haunted castle

That was the moment when I finally could feel safe
That was the moment when I ensured I wasn't alone
That was the time I knew, I have a wonderful dad

The Next Chapter

Time flies so fast and rarely slowing down for me. It's almost been a year, but that is just a dosage
of dimension that we create in our head isn't it? Time more like a space to build our significance in this world,
to implement our imagination, to celebrate our existence, and that's the way I see time as a subjective thing
- everyone has their own measurement of how long time feels than how long it really was. 

Now that it's almost a dead end on this side of the road, it's time to evaluate and rejoice 
to so many possibilities at the beginning of a new chapter. It may be good, it may be bad 
- that's okay, because I know it'll be different.

See you soon..