Hamlet without the Prince.

I remember a friend told me not long ago, “no one really understand us but us”. I nodded at her words.

Now, if only she’s standing right in front of me, I would ask her the thing akin to her say. “What if I don’t?” because there is some time I’m looking at myself as if watching someone else. It’s like looking at a mirror and seeing someone else’s reflection.

“Why do I do that?”

A question of which answer I sometimes could not conceive.

I feel like an actor living in a motion-picture, whose ending is not known yet. I wish I could ask the director, where does this whole drama head to?

I’ve endured so many starless nights, waiting for the dawn to come… like a child counting the stars in the sky and wondering how far it is to reach one…

I wish another Einstein will come up and tell us the formula on how to grow up. Or how to be like Peter Pan… If only we human can choose: to grow or not to grow.

-Miss B-

Reminder: Be grateful, dear heart.