Sometimes, i wish life, was as simple as having faith, hope, and simply believing.
That bed times stories aren't only for kids and fairytales do come true.
but sometimes, i wish, i wasnt so blind, to see only what they provided and to believe in the impossible.
staring at the foreign face in the mirror, i loathe what i saw and i couldn't stand what i see.
i hated what lay beneath. the mingled sadness, confusion and helplessness.
it was so odd to finally understand fully and completely, that things wasn't and never had been what i thought they were.
pity. that things aren't often what we wished for.
pity. that we only see things that are placed before us.
pity. that we are too headstrong, to make things better.
pity. that we believe too strongly at times in things we think are right. and in the end, we fall. we all fall fast, and deep.
the snowball chance in hell, you led me to believe,and regret.
JINLONG,