When you put it that way

I’m on the train, on my way home.

Started to thinking what is the reason behind this grief?

The minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.

Already I feel tired, weary and jaded.

I try to analyse, to understand, to accept.

Maybe because I care too much. Maybe.

It’s funny how I try to move on and at the same time, hold on.

I looked at the window.

Blurry vision start to fused into one line.

Start questioning but leads to nothing.

I feel helpless. I feel small.

Then suddenly, I feel HIS presence.

Sit next to me.

And I feel that I’m not alone in this journey.

  

Maybe I lose him.

But at the same time, HE grab and hold my hands to be closer to HIM.

And it’s beautiful. 

When you put it that way.....