I Shot The Shooting Star

As i walk up the isle, i saw this little bird running so hard as if it tried to gain momentum so that it can take off... but it forgot one thing, that its wings still didnt have any feathers... and yet it tried and tried until suddenly it collapse and stop breathing...

I waited for a moment to see if it will stand up again, but nothing happened, even the falling leaves dangles in the air and as i bow down i noticed that i couldnt move my hand... I cried out loud, on top of my lung, still the air freezed my voice...

The moon was smiling upon me for the sickness that i was going through... a motion sickness, a sickness where i couldnt move at all... i wanted to move...

I'm smiling right now.... confused... a contrast in the making... is it me who juggles the happiness between these two places... or is it fate that is stirring the calm surface and laugh at the blooming ripples...

I am happy here... oh how i thank you... but there, i'm miserable... stop this!

Perhaps, it will always be a two way trade...

<3 HuHu...