The Brighter Side

it's foggy outside, i thought it was only 5 or 6 in the morning when i woke up, but it was already 8. the dull weather outside was surprisingly not as cold as i imagined. and the cab ride back was smooth, i dozed off for a while.

i have checked out from the bottomless sea of expectation long time ago. but it is hard to stay floating on the surface, with the occasional tides rocking the boat.

the tea is cold again, but i drank it anyway. can't make out the taste of vanilla any more.

what's the meaning of doing all this? maybe there's no meaning at all, but we all need a way to get by don't we?

for you, you have your rigid rule to follow every day; for me, i've only got the randomness that's messing with my head!

i could be cruel, but i chose not to.

the fish is much bigger than the time i brought it back several months ago. time passes, and the fish's strength to live really exceeded my expectation. or, did i have an expectation?

i wish i could also pick up a stone and throw towards the cloudy sky to let the sun come through...