I could feel that summer breeze coming through my head. And it was lovely.
As lovely as dream I am having in my head. But it was blurry.
While they say that failing to plan is planning to fail; I’m drawing this picture in my head and I start to wonder; is this imagination is worth to ponder; and would this simple planning in my head would make it better; or it will actually fail me as some imagination of mine; does not seems can be changed to a reality.
I love to say this; it’s a beauty of nothing strange; for what typical it is that makes me wanting more.
And let the dice rolls. If it hits 6, I’ll move forward. If it hits 1, I’ll still move forward, but just slower. If it hits 5 when you are at 4, I’ll pass by you; and we’re just not meant to be together. And I’ll throw the dice again, and I’ll move forward…
[Amri, 4.03 am, 14/4/2011]