Thursday, August 12, 2010


When we are lost in the midst of confusion, we seek for a helping hand to help us to go through. That warm hand that will guide us through the coldest and darkest night. We blindly put trust because we have no where to turn to.

When the dawn come, suddenly it appears that the warm hand is just a part of a dream, a dream that will not come true. And there again, we sat still, confuse... but even more painful, because when the reality strike, we realize that it is twice a hit.