In This Life

I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.


Please Don’t Stop

No move. No promotion. There’s no change in several months. Come on! Please go. Don’t stop.

Unexpectedly, just a minute ago, I found there’s no entries posted last month to another space of me. Nothing done in a month. I even didn’t noticed it. How time flies! I’ve no idea about it.

I wouldn’t like to get haircut before promoting back to office again. I’ve been waiting. I don’t know whether I can do that really. It’s my dream. It’s my word.

You didn’t read my entries. You didn’t browse my space. You didn’t concern about me.

Some of you did; some didn’t. Actually. So that it doesn’t matter I write or not.

Few see the URL.

I’ve been unhappy for two months. I’ve not been close to you for two months.

I wouldn’t touch you.

Then gradually, everyone gets itself in some relationship.

What about me?