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ima watashi no negaigoto ga
kanau naraba tsubasa ga hoshii
kono senaka ni tori no you ni
shiroi tsubasa tsukete kudasai

If I can get one wish
To come true right now, I want a pair of wings
Please grant me white wings
On my back like a bird

kono oozora ni tsubasa wo hiroge
tonde yukitai yo
kanashimi no nai jiyuu na sora e
tsubasa hatamekase yukitai

In this huge sky I wanna
Spread my wings and fly
Towards the free sky with no sadness
I wanna flap my wings and soar

ima tomi to ka meiyo naraba
iranai kedo tsubasa ga hoshii
kodomo no toki yumemita koto
ima mo onaji yume ni mite iru

I have no need for wealth or fame
All I want now is a set of wings
I still dream of those things
That I've dreamed about when I was little

kono oozora ni tsubasa wo hiroge
tonde yukitai yo
kanashimi no nai jiyuu na sora e
tsubasa hatamekase yukitai

In this huge sky I wanna
Spread my wings and fly
Towards the free sky with no sadness
I wanna flap my wings and soar

kono oozora ni tsubasa wo hiroge
tonde yukitai yo
kanashimi no nai jiyuu na sora e
tsubasa hatamekase
kono oozora ni tsubasa wo hiroge
tonde yukitai yo
kanashimi no nai jiyuu na sora e
tsubasa hatamekase yukitai

In this huge sky I wanna
Spread my wings and fly
Towards the free sky with no sadness
I wanna flap my wings
In this huge sky I wanna
Spread my wings and fly
Towards the free sky with no sadness
I wanna flap my wings and soar

Going through the few blog(s) and walls I've ever scribbled on.
So much has passed since..
So much bittersweet memories.

I now can feel what it is like to say "I was young once", yet not experienced enough to say I've seen everything there is.
But I've dwelt in this little alleyway of data long enough.
There is not even a spray-paint, a graffiti of any sort to remark of my passing of this place other than by my own hand.

Another time? I don't know.
Lj-blogging nowadays feel as meaningful just as scrawling my emotions anywhere else.

Society demands one to be a pretty female of some sort in its twisted idealistic world before it would answer you.
Of course, this is sarcasm at the world at large and not at friends.

Later.

What am I doing here?
Who am I?

Does it even matter anymore?


In the end, I am but a speck of dust that dreamt.

since I last dropped by here?
How long since I last spoke to people I knew here?

Time.. it is slipping by, like water rushing past me, sometimes in roaring waves, or sometimes trickling by without a hint.

And yet, a little voice that represents friends or memories sometimes pipe up and haunt me,
"Why? Why leave this all behind?"

But that which could have been picked up have already been taken.
All that is left behind is the fool's gold.
It was once treasured, it is still treasured, but in truth judged and put aside for the better of all sides.

Love can be a drug. It is addictive and hard to give up.
And it will kill you if you had to forcefully inject yourself with it for the sake that someone else will fall in love too.

Withered is the rose of the heart..

Metaphorically speaking, life sometimes is like climbing an endless mountain of sand under the sun. And sometimes you don't have legs, or hands for the matter.

And yet, the struggle continues.

Against the common thought or belief, one like me often goes against the flow in life.
Maybe there are better ways, or perhaps better timings.

But my progress is like thrusting stumps-for-limbs into the sand as I haul myself upwards, using my teeth even if it means losing a tooth or tongue.

Why am I climbing up? Why am I reaching for the sun?
It might sound like I'm lying, but I don't know.
Its just this desire to get there.

If one would stop me, I would continue forward.
If one million would stop me, I would still continue forward.
Thats the way I am.

Even if I have to renounce the world, so be it.

Lying in bed, i could hear my mum pick another fight with dad, again.
the underlying issue is money, but she nitpicks on everything.

It is a sadness that someone llike her, correct as she may be, creates more problems for herself by attacking others, and never truly committing to the solution.

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While sleeping, i came across a scene.
Pardon me if it sounds vague.

A woman/girl, someone i knew but could not identify in dream, was being abused by a man.
I know him not, he could be a brother, a spouse or friend who whats worth, was beating her with his fists. She fell over, cradling her face, and was crying.

A rage took over me. And it transcended even my dreams.
My heart was beating 60 to 70 a minute, but it was a first time it went off like a cannon.
It was a deep, heavy sensation that shot blood through every fibre of me.

As the man swung his fist sideways against the wall to cower the girl, so did i step forward and punched the wall as a warning. Where my fist connected, the stone disintergrated.

I know the man fled as the dream faded.
But my heart continued to pound away like that for another good 5 minutes.

What or who would you be,

1. if you were part of the investigation team?

2. as the mystery murderer or mastermind of the crime?

3. as the star victim of the episode?

If you can, please include a theme or names for the episode featured.

Hmm.. should I post my own answers? Maybe I will depending on demand and response.