sunrise

no matter how dark the night may be,
how deep the dark had cast you into,
no matter how dimmed the sky maybe,
how the night has eaten your soul....

the day will brighten....
the sun will rise....

Let it go.

你不时的起诉那带刺的花,
却不肯松开双手。

你连续挣扎着想松绑自己,
却一直拉紧绳子。

你很想遗忘掉过去的伤痛,
却还重复的提醒。

你连夜的哭喊那心里的痛,
却又不肯放开它。

你想身旁的人了解你自己,
却还隐藏着情绪。

Thats just me.

Things have always been hard,
I have been thinking too much,
But its just too much,
It is only matter of time before i breakdown,
But i couldnt... i cant,
Being strong is not a choice for me,
Especially when i have so much ppl who thinks they know me but ens up doesnt,
i've tried silence,
i've tried cheerful,
i've tried ignorance,
but what am i now?
More confused than ever?
Even that became a question now.
I didnt ask to be born with extra sensitivity,
i didnt ask to be fated with realistic ppl around me,
and i definitely didnt ask for a huge ego,
i did not blame god for his gift,
after all, i wasnt born in a broken family,
i still have friends who cares,
and i led a healthy life,
not to mention that lil intelligence that have gotten me through schools and college... Without too much difficulty.
I do not understand love, but i know i love my family.
I do not understand relationship, but i tend to be arrowed by these annoying flying baby angels.
Its not that i want to expect, but love and expectation seemed inseparable to me, and who am i to blame that its never the best of both world? God?
Nahhh, he has given me quite a lot.
No confusion, i love what i have, though i would like to have more, and i AM working towards it, but i do.not blame the upper powers for what i didnt have.
Why is it so painful then? I do not know myself.
How the hell i can forget everything yet kept the memory of a person reminded in mind every freaking day? I do not know.
I've told myself i doesnt care, i've told myself let it go, but i never could follow my own words, perhaps those are hypnosis, they may work... But for a while.

i did not want to be strong, i want someone to rely on too, but whoooo?
I too wish to be born like others, where they can just click those dumb dota games, sing a few song, drink a few shots and gets over things. But i am not. I am born with a mind, undisciplined, out of control.
I get jealous, i get insecure, and yes i realise those are qualities of the female race, but i didnt ask to have a mind like theirs. People say boys only get depressed on either money or girls, Me? Haha. Countless.

I am kenneth lee kern yen, i am who i am, i cant change who i am, but i can learn to live with it and improve.

Over...

落幕了吗?
那以下影的笑容,
那以结束的剧情,
那以过时的情感,
那以关上的心门。

Colours

Life's a garden with explosions of colours,
pearly white fences that marks the beggining, then it follows with blazing myriads of colours of the daisies, where the littles marks the beauty.
Follows, the ruby red roses, marks the mids of the garden, where the fiery colour portrays the lusts and romance of a young adult.
Then, the colours lighthen up to mixtures of tulips that bombards the beautiful features of middle ages, some still red, several blue, and the remains were just white... Few trees mighty trees, guarding the rest.
Further within, stands the graceful sunflowers, its wide petals, huge faces, marks wisdoms, experience. A huge flower but bears no extent life span than a tip of a grass.
Below, were few dandelions, protected by the enormous faces of the sunflower, while slowly waits the breeze to bring its seed to a new garden, a new beginning.
by the end of the aisle of the garden, sits the very individual that we are, old, unable, struggling to reach balance with no more but a stick.

A fading shade of colours that had turned grey, waiting to darken black...