I truely wonder if there is such thing as fully letting go...
maybe it's just for myself
that I can't stop caring, being concerned for somebody
whom I've been caring for
for a long time...
enough to have the feeling buit deep inside of me.

Like it's a daily thing
that I wonder how are things going
How was breakfast, lunch, dinner
and everything at home for you...
Has the world been able to place the smile on your face these days...
or have you been kept in warmth and comfy in these cold chilling days...
such questions I ponder upon...

How is it then that I ever turn away...
that I can even one day look you in the eye and say you mean nothing to me...
well the thing is that I can't...
it's my inability...

argh...my handicap...
nature made me this way...
or probably fate brought me to such a point
to bring some teachings across to my head...

I don't know...
do you?
oh well...you probably don't care...