The Sky is High

It's just a box of pieces of a puzzle about a small circle of friends. It's about the lives, the loves, and the hopes. One by one, part by part. Hung up in the sky along with prayers. Until each of them can fly higher by itself. The Sky the Rain the Rainbow the Sun the Moon. All are talking in their own way. Carving their small footsteps in the history of time. And now each of them can really fly higher by itself, and leave this house one by one...


You said...

In between your tears, your sobbing...


"I know that this will happen...I know that we'll be back to the last few months..."


Of us arguing almost everytime...

Then, there's only one thing crossed my mind...


...If you've known that it will be like this, then why did you still do the same thing that can trigger it to happen...?


Sorry to talk to you harshly...I just can't help it...

Happy New Year...



December 31st, 2009
8.45 A.M.

In the living room