Misty rains

Giving up doesnt always mean you are weak;
sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go

You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless
i didnt know what to do but let go
well
you and me will meet again

I had been looking for something,
and everywhere i turned someone tried to tell me what it was
i was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which i,
and only i could answer
it took me a long time
and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization
" WHO AM I? "
im nobody but myself.


-fishiie-

p.s. luck never made a man wise...