Someday, I will find my way back.

fought,
laughed
and drunk.

In front of my laptop,
on a hot night,
hoping the air-con will hurry up
with the start-up.

listening to simple plan,
sneaking looks at facebook tabs,
twitter tabs,
hotmail tabs.

Realizing that there is nothing left,
whatever magical moments,
hopes.
I think I used them all up.

And I don't know,
how to get them back.


But I guess,
deep,
deep down.






It is always the same thing.


I wish someone'd talk to me.




Where are you?