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It's a good time, after coming back from work, after the 5 days of inhumane hours n work stress. at home alone, 30mins before i go for cell group, bathed, with some good music... to try to write abt how the heart felt.. knowing now that ppl rarely read blogs, even better.. smiles :)

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It is cold out the night, I wore my favourite sweater walking through the quiet paths straight home, imagining as it was like olden days where children will wave to me from the side as you pass by, and a big golden sun stretching out its arms across the white picket fence before laying down a day's purpose to continue dreaming.

Like a kid 20 years ago in autumn, remember the stacks of leaves? =) remember how we used to swim through it, get ourselves the dirty, comfy little adventures we experience and believe.

yeh eh, how old am i? Or how young i went by or left? did i just lived today, pretend to, or died?

I close my eyes
and all I dream is nothing
I am 70, I am 25, I am 40. I am running, falling, wading, dragging, flying?

God I am 25 & 30. I am all I can be with nothing. You fill my empty, available cup, ba.

Like a painter whose mind may be set on a moving pattern, I am 25.
Like a trustee who knows who guarantees his future, I am 30, need not be 18.

Who is like you who creates the ever-expanding galaxies and take times to fill up my insecurities intricately?

Crisscross our hearts with your gentle, everlasting love. open its corner to flow out to the next heart. Calm our stormy souls, one word and be still. Buckle us with righteousness, like a seatbelt save us from our careless undertakings.

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ok, what a wandering mind, go lie down a while n go cell group/