the world has taken me around, and now i'm arrived at a point when i'm not chasing or finding something for good. It's good already. good doesn't mean perfect, but it equals more than i expect.
the road was emptier at midnight as always, and on my way back home i realized that i turned to be a melancholic kinda girl who wants to change a perfect picture of future in a different line.
they asked me, " Are you happy? " HAPPY. yeah, i'm happy. but happiness is just a state of mind, after all. what kinda happy do you want to be? is it happy that makes you still can't stand to wipe the unreasonly invisible tears that sometimes coming out from the sky of your heart? all i want is to be happy, where happiness is not only a state of mind, but a beautiful invention that makes you out of your mind.
