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Sunday, April 06, 2008 . 18:46

If i say i could fly, i will never come back down again. I have only eye for the blue,blue sky. I have not learn what is sadness about. Even the feelings i have must be expressed with words. As i awake from my dream into an unknown world.

You know if you can just make it through, you will find what you seek. So keep trying to break free to that blue,blue sky.

Yesterday when i was at lavender i witness a man falling down and had injured his head. There was a deep cut and blood was just flowing. He was in a state of shock. This situation just spur me onwards to my dream. I wished i could help. I wished i could lend a helping hand. I wanted to take away his pain.

People asked, people questioned, people seek, people searched and yet it's still a mystery to me.

A simple word, a simple smile,
It just made my day.
Music, arts and all,
isn't about the person,
all about the feelings.