I have been struggling these passed few days. But I am glad that the wind has cleared and the week ended with a genuinely sweet smile. I stood upon an island where the sun shines like the morning at dusk...and it shines like the dawn at dusk. And I beheld the shores reflecting a million smiles. And I bathed in those smiles for hours, cleansing my weary soul. I let the sweet breeze sweep away my laughter. Letting it echo all throughout the corners of my petit world like there'll be no tommorow.

The beach created this tranquil atmosphere within me. It was worth thanking for even though it lasted so short. I guess one cannot really have a touch of heaven too long in this world. It was sweet none the less...just like the Beatles singin' Strawberry fields forever less the forever.

Hence those days ends and here I am again. Whispering to myself. Uttering riddles that not a single mind comprehends or desires to decypher. Perhaps, I'm just too much of a tighly locked chest that not a soul could tap. Perhaps a nicely engineered puzzle that no man could decode. Undecodable even to myself. Hence I remain to be the weeping willow that I am...I was...and always will be. Perhaps...

La vie n'est pas toujour facile... ;-)