It seems so long.

Never seeing the end of that green grass! Just like sitting by myself and getting tortured by how slow the time goes, how slow it takes for the sun to go down….

 

Dreading, The possibilities of going back to this city of home. Thinking of the chances and the things that makes me desire. I’ve long miss this place, yet I have no one to enjoy it without me in my long stay.

Might as well just walk along, until  I finally have the decision made. Not that I will take for ever, but I at the age, to start think more accurate and reasonable.