My Life
My life is just like a complicated drama, tragedy, comedy, and it called my own indie film, written by myself, unexpected ending. Sad, happy, or both of them, or neither. I don’t know. I don’t know where I will die, on loneliness, darkness or crowded place, full of colour, laugh, and smile inside.
Why I often ask myself, “Why you didn’t do that…?” or “Actually you’ve better if you do that…”?
It returns on guilty, pain, and pressure.
It kicks me more and more.
I have a light in my heart,
but it usually speak loudly and I often ignore it.
