cliche.

if i tell you things
just for the sake of telling
would you just..

i am pretty tired.

it feels slightly heavy on the shoulder. i gotta buck up quick.
dad is leaving.

at times, the board room feels too small and i'm swimming with sharks. it's all about allies. you have no friends. it's all monetary.

i envy the pleasure of being able to leave everything behind. nowadays sleep is a luxury that i sometimes couldnt afford. it's always a fight from morning to night. i simply cannot trust anymore.

i once let myself wondered. perhaps a quiet life. a quiet bookstore in a small town. somewhere by the seaside. where the air doesnt breathe anger or hostility. where i could speak softly and appreciate little things. where nobody assumes i am fearless. really where. such alternate reality doesnt exist.

i know this is life. but maybe i've walked on too far, i could no longer see point of return.

i have a hunch i might die young. just like the hunch that brought you to me. the same one this is. hope i've done my good deeds. paid for my mistakes. those people i've hurt. hope i've paid cash in full.

liyana.

i'm sorry this aint poetic. i'm sorry i talked too much. dont worry i've always thought of you and wondered how you're doing. i did. but i know you're always that special one. who gets thru everything with finesse.

i'm sure you're in good hands.
take care now.