How I wish I could walk through the door of my mind
Pick up every single broken materials that could be found and mend them back.
Words seem harsh to be comprehended when the mind is tied up.
Illogical expression is costly with confusion cerebral state.
I keep running in circles, and afraid that i will end up in tails.
Surely, there is a trace for me to pick up.
Gearing up my gut to move forward with rushing current against my feet.
For the race has not ended, which I have started long time ago.

I met chee keong in PS today.
Did some catching up.
We reminisced about N203, which seems to be the most conducive group we have ever been.
I regret that I didn't cherish those time.

~I miss a spiritual brother~

another bitter escape
5:30 AM