One day, Darling, we’ll be so rich we can have big house with big yards. You won’t live in a small apartment where you feel bad for having your speaker on or taking a bath in the middle of the night because your house is just so big. One day, Darling. One day.
I started to lost track of my memories of day. But at least yesterday was fun. Or perhaps I just wanted it to feels fun. I’m still living on the edge and my body is still upside down. But I’m going somewhere. And when I finally reach that destination, I will, for sure, let you know.
I am living in the edge and it’s so scary/ I’m living in the edge and it’s very hard to believe/ I’m living in the edge and everything feel so dangerously close to death, but I know I will be alright/ and I just know.
Do you remember when you know about “the right things” a. k. a. things you know you’re supposed to do? You kept that in your head, yet you keep forgetting to do that; a little justice that may only has meaning for yourself. This is my “right thing”. I wait for so long and I failed so many times, but in the end, I finally coming back here. Perhaps it’s home; perhaps kindness, goodness, rightness, and all the things that just seems to be right is a home for all humankind. Or perhaps I’m just delusional. But I’m happy, and I believe that whatever I’m doing right now, it will lead me to the place I’ve been looking for since I was born.
This is my story. Welcome back, Alice.