A bit of peace after a hailstorm. Another storm is coming soon. And as the ones before this, you always manage to break me and reduce me to a messy pile of tears and despair. But I manage through it anyway. Because I have a solid and steady place to hold on to while crying. And though he is rock solid, he is also gentle as he rubs my head and tells me that everything will be okay and that it will all end soon. The love from a higher place that channels through someone whom I call Husband. Thank you. No matter how strong or how many hailstorms I have to brave, I am able to, because of you.
dreamer, bad driver, hungry, sleepy, crazy in love, can't draw,
can't play music, can't fly, wish I could fly, can't cook,
secretly wish to be a rock chick, a sucker for quirky colourful
cute but useless stuffs, water baby, moonlight freak,
really really want to fly........