| I feel better at here rather than there. It's complicated, as usual. Regardless the environment or the feeling, it is complicated. Deep down in my heart, there is always a me that hope somebody there listening the voice of my heart, not the trivial voice from my mouth. As usual, complicated things usually look trivial, but trivial is nothing sort of trivial: grammer, logic and oration, really trivial as it looks, is n't it? I am not a great man of any kind, not the kind like Caesar who could be so glorious and simply say "VENI, VIDI, VICI" in face of a war. I am not Shakes and can write "to be, or not to be", nor one of the citizen in the Revolution that dare to say "ca ira". I am just a simple, stupid one that have in my heart awaiting. |