It's the glorious season of all time celebrating in a foreign land blessed with the presence of few loved ones. Although at times I feel so gloomy I found peace with my weary body. With my bread and butter I'm surrounded by ages they whisper sense though sometimes don't their words are wisdom, realization of hope. Never did I ask for the world that I'm in now, yet I do what I can the best I can give. It is so unfair being hurt like I feel while I suffered the pain other people have gained. I'm stretching my patience twisting the way I see things but I've lost who I am as time goes by. With my running feet time flies so fast my whole body follows but my mind stand still. I felt so numb this very special season that's so unlikely when I was a kid. I never felt this insecure before but this time is real. Such a bad timing, oh why now tossing and turning make it my last bow.