hands...
i sees hands...
a lots of hands appear in front of me...
different sizes...
different lenght...
from different directions...
all from different person...
they are trying to help me,
guide me out of this labyrinth...
they are showing me,
they want me to know one thing,
I'M NOT ALL ALONE......
they are hoping...
hope that i could change back to the usual me...
the OldMe, the always happy and always cheerful me...
the OldMe that never feel sad, never emo even when i'm all alone...
the OldMe that haven't been hurt, haven't been wound...
what do i need so that i can change bac???
a time machine???
a medicine???
an accidient that make me lost my memories???
no...
not all those...
those can't cure me, and i know that!!!
i know what to do...
i know how to face it...
i been helping people around me out of those situation...
years i had done these kind of things...
i know what to do...
i want to hold those hands...
i want to go out of this miserable places!!!
but i just can't leave...
can't leave one of the "Me" behind...
the most weak personality of me...
the CowardMe, who doesn't have the courage to reach out for those hands...
the CowardMe, who doesn't want to think the way i want him to think...
why???
why CowardMe refuse to hold those hands???
what is CowardMe waiting for???
is those hands not secure enough??? no!!!
is those hands not warm enough??? no!!!
is those hands not the hands that u wana hold??? ......
who are CowardMe waiting???
i don't know...
but the good news is, CowardMe had stand up...
no more sitting...
no more numbling...
he is responding to something...
an object???
a voices???
a person???
who knows...
all the other "Me" are waiting...
waiting for CowardMe to join up with the other "Me"...
so that the OldMe can be reform again...
so that the OldMe can be return by walking out of the labyrinth...
walking out with the helps by my friends...
and show that i'm not alone...
and show that i'm healed...
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