yesterday... for that particular moment, everyone in my family thought my sister was dead. she fainted in the toilet... my mum dragged her out, screaming for my father and my brother to help. she shook my sister... shouting her name.. on the verge of tears. my father too.... was crying as he shouted for her... my breath stopped. my heart stopped. i think i must have died that moment too. until my second sister exclaimed.
"stop shaking her! she's waking up already."
and my sister did. good grief. thank god.
i think my heart cannot take anymore of such... rollercoaster rides. the thought of it.. even until now... keeps me from breathing properly. i'm weak.. i'm weaker than everyone thinks i am. i appear to be unaffected but i'm weak. and i'm bloody affected. i don't know why i have to end up facing all these crap.
why me. the question that will never fail to bewilder me. i think i need to go somewhere... where i can run away from all these chaos. send me packing to a world where i can close my eyes and become the sky. i can tear away from all these emotions that can wreck me.
i pray for peace. for life. for love.
listening to: mavis fan -- chu qi qiu
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