(written: May 6, 2008)

Sometimes I want to give up, succumb to loneliness, to solitude, to misery.  And then the sun would shine and will let me feel I am worth the magic and the enchantment and I would learn to hope again. I would start humming songs of lovers, of broken hearts and hopeless romantics. 

I would sleep with a smile on my face but always afraid that it’s the smile that goes away, the smile of someone tired of waiting and looking in all the wrong places.

Can I keep a lasting smile? Can I play the sweet tune endlessly? I am worthy so let me.