i remeber the crisp cool mornings.
the sun was barely out.
seeing you walk by.
oh how time flies.
skipping class, cause we could.
soaking up the sun, at spot we used to run.
sneaking out,
just because, walking the golf course..
and then getting caught.
just two girls, unaware.
of what would come.
oh. how times flies when you're having fun.
it's been six years,
I make no bones about how I hate having to catch and use taxis in China. My not so fond memories usually involve a taxi or taxi driver rather. It's easy to become bitter in China and look at this place through pessimistic eyes. It's exceedingly easy when you look from the outside in, but even foreigners who get a good look at the inside develop negatives attitudes.
I realize some readers may be disappointed that I've decided to postpone writing part II of Comin' Full Circle...however, at the moment I feel a greater need to share the hope I've experienced, especially today, through some simple things people have shared/said/done.
My hand is raised, that's for sure.
You see, I just don't understand.
You can call me naive, but I honestly don't understand why half of humanity is embroiled in conflict, and the other half is hiding under the covers of their comfort zones.
I love my city--it is clean and on the forefront, dotted with art and spotted with singular architecture, filled with bankers, politicians, writers, artists, and complete with efficient and plentiful services for all of her residents.
Isn't it funny how hours, days, weeks, months, even years can pass and we can just continue going about our day to day lives, completely consumed with our lives and our selves. We get so busy, sometimes, we don't even take a moment to look around and realise those around us, running this rat race right beside us.
Why does love have to hurt? How can my heart keep breaking every time he finds someone new? And why can't I let him go? Why is it everywhere I go something reminds me of him? How can I ache so much just to hear his voice? Why do I love him so much that I let him do what makes him happy? How can I miss him when he isn't even gone?
It's dark outside and as you sleep, you feel the cool, damp air wash over you. Just like every other night as you lie in the doorway trying to sleep, your stomach starts to grumble. It's then that you realize you haven't eaten in four days. You look next to you to make sure your little sister is alive.
