a little bit lost

reaching the fourth year of college.

the last year. two more semester to go.

time flies too fast, i feel like i just leave high school yesterday.

but see me now,

at the top of college year yet so confused what i'm going to do when i'm done.

yes, i want to be done as soon as possible.

but looking to the world out there, scare me.

i don't have any idea what i'm going to do next.

 

my mother keep asking me,

what i'm going to do yet i have no idea.

she asked me about job,

yet i can't answer her.

 

should i search a job?

should i go to profession school?

should i search for a scholarship?

i am really lost.

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she

She was the sound of glass shattering -- the sharp ringing in your ears. The perpetual motion of a spinning ballerina trapped inside a music box. The sad, tinny tune of La Vie en Rose.

She was the zigzag in your straight line. The absence in your direction. She was every turn you took when racing against through a hedge maze, against the setting sun.

She was the tide that came in and out, like the breath of the wounded. She was the blood that flowed between heart and head.

She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.

-- Lang Leav, Memories

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