There are only two points in life where I find myself obsessively writing. Either I'm in the trail of happiest or the slope of loneliest. I wouldn't have to say which.  It's been like ages, I must have grown a bit of gray hairs on my once black strands along my forehead since I got married. (luckily enough, your eyebrows don't get those color change)  I've heard I've become prettier. I've heard I've become younger. At times, just  little less pretty or a bit chubbier.  I was told I have good husband I married for money. I was told I have a terrible husband,and what we have isn't marriage. Some people have been wanting  me to pursue with patience, some just can't wait till I give up and quit. Should I do that, some will be devilishly happy, and some just regretfully unhappy.



     How easy for people to see you from outside, just transparently visible, easier for open scrutiny as though your heart is made of glass. But, why would anyone be someone we just know by their mere sight and touch of  their glassed-in boxes? If you see me, choose, use and speak your words  sparingly and quietly. I am not a pawn for your own battle of  self-esteem and not the judgment inside your own prejudice. 



     As for me, years of bliss and years of expectant waiting, I have been enclosing  myself to the commitment for the one person I chose to spend a lifetime or more with. I've been running straight, then walking at a speed down to a slow. I've been lightly leaping and have been slightly tripping.   Pleasant or unpleasant, both sinfully good and innocently bad, I live the journey of each moment. There are no rooms such as cages and crates  Have you ever thought that if we were birds, the best thing would be to fly...and to fly as farthest we can? Nothing feels too great than laughing ...and laughing the loudest you can,  or crying... and crying the hardest you can.