Pasrah ^^

So what if there are less and less people?
So what if all other numbers have passed at least twice?
Can't be helped, can it?

We can fix our eyes on that direction,
hoping to catch the first glimpse of our long awaited number.

Or we can observe the cloud drift,
and smile at the vague signboards.

Neither slower nor faster. All the same.

Maybe taking any bus for the sake of trying would do.
Maybe not.
Maybe a change of busstop is all it takes.
Maybe not.

Ask me not.

Never tried, never plan to.
I do not know. Yet.

This situation that I am getting used to,
it still doesn't feel right.
So I understand your anxiety.

But you will be fine, somehow.
Because I am, somewhat.

Maybe if your happiness counts not on this wait..
Lay your smile on the one who waits on you.
You'll be fine that way.

*so mbun out of the blue msn me and said 'one by one, they are not single anymore.. anxious.." something along that line heh. and there was another case of a friend who is trapped in a trip he joined in the name of love. The irony is, the love itself doesn't go. Try as we might, if it's not yours, it's not yours. Can't be helped, ne?!

I dunno if I too have forgotten how to love someone crazily.
Maybe it's my fault.
Definitely I can't blame my parents' genes.
Or the government.
Or, dare I say it, God.

But I think I will still be able to love that way.
Because I can still feel the gentle part of me,
even if it's driven by the wind, sky, and children's innocent laughter.
And, above all, God.
And all these, makes me smile.

This way.. the first time you notice my existence, you will see me smiling =)