I folded a paper aeroplane with a pamplet that was given out at tanah merah mrt station this afternoon. How nice if problems can fly away with the paper areoplane just like that. How nice if I can forget myself, forget sadness, forget everything and start over. The truth is I can't... A lax of control for my emotions lead to irrevocable damage time and again. Can I start over? Do I still have a chance? I certainly hope so. No longer will tears grant me another chance to start over again. No amount of sadness can help redeem myself. Its all my fault. I am not even fit to apologize. I already lost the right to do anything to slavage the situation...

There is somewhere I wish to go now... I haven't felt like going there for a long time... Is my time up? I guess its time life goes back to normal for me. Its all a beautiful dream. In this beautiful dream, I experienced happiness that I never did experienced before. In this beautiful dream, I got what I thought I would never ever get in my entire life. I don't want to wake up from this beautiful dream yet I shattered it myself, I turned it into a nightmare myself. I took happiness for granted so now life will go back to normal because I never cherished my chance to stay happy in this beautiful dream.

Am I ready to wake up and get back to my normal life? I am not ready, but I guess I have got to face it. Unless, there is a miracle which I don't even dare to pray for.

Tingling breeze, sparse crowds, clear blue skies, sparkling water, will be a nice sight that I will enjoy from time to time soon....