Back in Japan, I used to follow a star as I bike my way home. I used to have the same wish every night. Same star, same wish. I think about my future.. And what I wanna be.
Currently I don’t know what really makes me happy.. or what would make me happy. Weird as it may sound, my work.. not exactly all of it, but what I am doing makes me happy and somehow gives me the reasons to continue the journey.
I’m heartbroken but I don’t seem to feel the pain. I’m broke but I don’t seem to care… Or maybe it’s the other way around. I want to figure out.
Riddles.
he said, she said, i said