I'm in trouble.
Do you get to take a closer look of the moon when you are on the airplane? That was what i was thinking when my brother left for Kuching in the 15th. The moon was so bright and clear. Would it be like a mirror to us in life? Would it give out more of its light to show us the right way? Would it show who we are deep within us? Would it... show us how innocent we used to be? The eyes of a Little Frieda, crying out to the moon.
How can we tell whether we made the right decision? How can we tell that it was not our mistake? How can we tell that we had no choice but to choose? How can we say "I wanna give up" without hurting the ones around you? How can you make yourself work harder when you don't have the heart to?
Why do you think it was the best decision?
Why then, am I in a misery?
Why do my hands tremble?
Why does my chest feel tight?
Why does my pillow feel wet every night?
Why...am i lost in the dark?
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