Just in a blink of an eye

20 days now.
And to think I was counting the days till when I'd be leaving.
Now, It's counting when I'll be back.
And I will be.

All those times we had are always replaying like a reel of film that won't stop.
Anytime, anywhere.
I was at your blog today, and I was wondering, was I right to not give an extra one or two advice?
Maybe, just maybe, at least you'd be more secure now? Or just at least, happy and not just for the moment.
Stay strong will you?

I feel like I've been detached somehow.
Sometimes when I not know, I feel...just like I'm floating above a thick fog. Trying, trying to see the crowd below, but only hearing the laughter and some distant cries.
Silently, silently.

I guess I'm not feeling too homesick now, living with my aunt and all.
But sometimes, you just get the feeling of not knowing whether you can walk like you did at home, sing like you did at home. Sometimes, you don't want to be the cause of a bump in another's path. Or is it?

I think of the future so much and sometimes it makes me pause and think again, what if it didn't turn up like that. Then what? Will I be able to pull it together?

And yes, we all eventually unlink in our own ways, but stay close. At least try ?

It seems like a long walk,

with you,

holding the map of shortcuts