You say I need stability but I think what I really need is tranquility. I'm tired of trying, tired of crying. I feel like a marathon runner who's legs won't ever stop. I'm running from America to China. I feel like I got angina, wishing I was a mynah bird. I could fly away to the sky and no longer have to standby. Like a butterfly I could beautify the world. I could even escape to my dreamworld, somewhere you've locked me out of.
August 2, 2012