I am not sure where the me in all these gone!
I know I should rather I must find me.
But the trouble is that I know I won’t like the me I will find.
I keep saving a little of me telling myself that I am happy.
The price that I pay to keep whatever is left of me is huge.
I dare not ask myself if it is worth. for I know I will hate the answer.
A pretty golden cage is still a cage..
and I long for my freedom.
Alas.. there is no such thing as freedom. Is there?
As usual like every new year here I am wishing that I will be able to keep a little of the ‘me’
I wish all of you a year filled with peace and happiness.