I had a dream some day ago. Someone cut her beautiful hair and came in front of my face. When I woke up, it suddenly felt like another season. Right, it is. When you are walking in the rain, wearing an old outfit that is given by someone gone far away, you just know it.

Seasons change, so does everything. I even forget since when I stopped looking back, picturing those magnificent memories. Maybe I’m getting wiser, or maybe I’m just getting older. But somehow I’ve managed to let it go, imaging those rainbows disappearing right before you take out the camera. When I persuade myself to believe that today is the end of the era, I know I’m still on the right track of the present, as I move on all way long. I just get thrilled when I know, that something, though happened a hundred years ago, is always appreciated secretly, by someone I ever loved, hated, forgave and forgot. It was like a gift, and it is always precious because it’s been wrapped magically, forever. I’ll never have to open it.

Just do the crying in the rain, and you can eventually get to walking in the sun. Pains will be healed, while miseries will be ended, so long as you believe in everything that is been believed since you were born. People tell you to wait, just wait till you get the magic beans, and change your life all over again. But what if you don’t get magic beans, ever? What if you just get normal beans, and face more and more fears while you have less and less time? I was terrified, when I started to think about this. Well I still survive as I see it through. I don’t know why. The only thing that matters, is the phone call from mom after getting stood up, or an unbelievably tight hug waking me up when I get to another nightmare. Well this is it, I’m never left out. Even if I am, in some level, I still have my funny strengths to live in the huge mess happily, ever after.