Next will be Her

It has been a period of time since I last wrote things about my life. Actually, my life is not much a big deal and hence nothing to write about. But what fascinated me is that all that is surrounding that is connecting with me is related to my soul. It is influential and negligible.

Since the great addiction falls on me and stumble(actually it does not “fell” on me, but is dug out from inside of me, it is revealed, my truest secret that corrupt my identity) I have gone through a lot with this addiction and has been free from it for a certain period of time, maybe half a year. But, when it strikes back, I stumble. And now, before my soul is detached from my intention, I need to repent and let Thy refine. For the process is internal but external do matters. So, is there any accountability? I pray that there will be and it will be opened up. My truest fear is waiting for the sincere late-comer (you don’t have much time).

I have been studying in this new school campus for about 3-4 months, which I restrict myself to confess. It is good and everything is fine and all, I hope so. But there are many identities. When the school reopened, the cores are unrevealed and everyone stays as innocent little pigs. And now, the dominance has come to weep out the poor one and no hero will exist for the dominance is the heroes of the citizens. And now for foreigners, not much to talk about, they are different people with different culture, or more accurately, too much to talk about.

Fable.

I think it’s time for me to recount the number of time I fell in love. To be sure, it is just a mere crush with no evil intention. Maybe more than 10. And all are seedless. Well, I am not complaining and all. But this is the time where there should be a revolution to redefine romance in terms of love. In this place of love, there are three groups of people. WE shall love and all and all with the purest and sincerity. And where’s my gut to love?

I should now choose another story and get form with it. The story that I am living is destructed by my own fleshy hands and now there should a reformation. However, the stain shall remain as remembrance, the pictures as blocks that restrict the haunting of my history. I shall go on and live for the best of my life, for my life is dedicated for everyone, on earth and in heaven.