Sunday September 07

I sat and watch the window view as the bart made it way down the rails. The sky was gray today. Everything seem so sad and cold. I’m afraid I took the wrong path this time.  Life is hard, it’s even harder when you have to go through it alone. Being on my own is probably one of the hardest thing I have ever done. I find myself struggling sometime. My hands and feet are fill with blisters and cuts. My legs are covered in bruises and my muscles ache all over. I don’t even know how I got them, maybe from all those heavy stuff I had been carrying. Sometime even when you try your hardest to be strong. When the night fall it all shatter and the wrecklessness come out. It’s pitiful. It’s really is…

this is the bart station in SFO airport

lonely ride home

bart station

Its not wrong to give it all when you love…

Its not wrong to love a person too much…

Sometimes, the only wrong thing is…

the person we love.