December 2, 2005 at 12:54 am | Posted in Murmuring | Leave a comment

Finally, I’m back here where my life starts and goes on – home.

On the not-so-long bus journey back home, I repeatedly listened to the song – If.

“If a man could be two places at one time, I’ll be with you.

Tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.

If the world should stop revolving, spinning slowly down to die.

I’ll spend the end with you and when the world is through.

Then one by one, the stars would all go out.

Then you and I would simply fly away.

If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?

The words will never show, the one I’ve come to know.

If a face can launch a thousand ships, then where am I to go?

There’s no one home but you. You are all that left me to.

And when my love for life is running dry, you come and pour yourself on me.”

Unconciously, smile crawls onto my face……I don’t know why. I may be touched by the moving lyrics.

I’m convincing myself the fairy tale will come true while on the other hand I’m not willing to place any hope on it.

Going to the hospital tomorrow.

Who is standing beside me? Or who will come and pour on me as my love for life does be running dry?


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