wumingxing

more frequently than not, it is more of a mixed emotion that everytime i have great fun, i always have to deal with something on the opposite direction… then i am torn.

it is nevertheless undeniable that my recent escape to the highlands was a blast. it is a combination of brand new experiences and reminiscing of familiar memories… and sometimes a reckoning of old time wishes you bet spending it with someone funny or someone wackily special… but going back to the world i am in, not trying to depart from the presence of at least equally good friends, i had fun and went wildly free to spend every minute worth the time and the company… and it was worth all the jump and the smile and the jokes and the ride and best of all, worth all the feasting for food.

on the other side of the fence is a crumbling chain and i am torn as to preserving the rusty breakage or celebrating the well polished brass… i am stolen from my bliss and i came to a second thought if everything is worth all the pain of the feeling of inadequacy despite the sharing and the giving of every single offering you can ever imagine… still i remain inadequate in those prying eyes!!!

in the highlands i hear whispers of thoughts which made me feel ease and free, comfortable and light… and with a drop of bitterness in the glass of wine, i guess solitude is inevitably the best therapy for recovery!!! for in the lowlands down south of my history was a fragile chain that never breaks but slowly rusts its way to tearing.

by the end of the winding road whichever is the direction, i shall find a safe place for a personal peace, i alone can see, i alone can hear and i alone can feel… by the end of the day, i rest my word into conclusion that a solitary way is as free as a soaring eagle way to the North!…