Bear's Diary

The silent in me wanna fly us up above at the sky,  then telling you that I’m such a yapper on my writing.  The broken side in me wanna hold you among the moon, then showing you how heal it is to feel your presence.  The writer in me wanna tell a little story about how beautiful it is to be together. I have my past. I have something behind. I also learn from those. So, for all about you that have been living in me and about us that I ever created. Sorry t hat I only writing them up. Sorry for not brave enough to show up and telling you  about all of those. Sorry that I’m saying excuses that you might not understand.

for the feelings that I ever had, for the writings that I ever wrote, also for the story that I ever created I wouldn’t say sorry, apologize at you, instead I would swallow the things that ever came I would take all of the blame, it’s all on me when I used to think it as a tragedy, now let me remember it as a story, though when the villain and the hero are absolutely me though the universe that sent you first then made us apart I’m still the one who seriously want you to stay, and stay again ‘till forever in between.