(written: August 05, 2006)

Too much happiness, too much pain, too much sadness and too much hope—I feel like I carry a bomb in my heart that will explode anytime. There’s too much of everything and I am tired. 

I don’t want to talk, don’t want to write, and don’t want to listen to anyone.  I don’t want your advice; I don’t need your compassion.  I just want to rest, I just want to live in my merry wonder land where things are perfect and too much is not both good and bad. 

At this moment I just want to look at the world like it’s the perfect creation of my imagination and dreams. Where everything is perfect even you and me.