Between now and the next time I'm getting back to work, I guess it's okay to stay here for a short while.
I heard in the book, people often talk about prophets and the prophecies they make. Well, I don't think I'll ever have what it takes to be a prophet, but when what I thought of from before really happened in my life one day, at least I'm prepared for it.
I said there're going to be bumps and ditches on the road. And I can only say I'll never try making you cry again. Because deeply within, I really can't tell what is going to happen between us. Remember in the Proverb? A man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps. I can do everything to the best of my ability, but a human is imperfect, and when I'm bound to be wrong, selfish, and upset, are we going to replay the scene that took place today?
Perhaps it's pointless to talk about anything more about it. All I'm going to do is leave it behind and move on. Some days are full of sunshine, while others are filled with rain and clouds. It's probably the simplest fact of life, yet when the storm comes around the corner, I still panick, fear and feel clueless about the trouble. You said happiness is our saving, and every argument takes away a bulk of it and leaves the account almost empty. Well, if there comes a day when we use up the credit and I'm too tired to refill it above the limit, will you help me gather the missing portion?

I look outside of the window, and spot the feeble street light. The lamp, standing alone in the darkness, gives away the dim yellow rays to whoever walking under. Countless times, I strode in that slight warmth, trying to fend off the coldness from every direction. In this quiet world, I stopped for a second, closed my eyes, and just let my thought drift into nothingness. When was the last time I meditated like this? I don't remember, but certainly it feels nostalgic. No one is around, yet, I'm fine with how it is. I raise my hand to type something up, but my fingers are frozen in this moment of tranquility.
I heard the moonless nights are for the souls of wanderers to enjoy, because a world of oblivion is only available to these hearts. Nobody needs them, and they need nobody. The most beautiful moment of a tragedy is when it's the saddest, the grand finale takes place just before everything goes to dark and lifeless. Somehow, I feel at least a part of me belongs to this world. Is this really the other side of me then? The self from day time hid away behind the mountains along with the sun, and this other me emerged as the light faded from the sky. It has the eyes of a cynic, and to them, it doesn't make sense to feel lonely. It's nothing more than an alternation of having someone accompanied and being alone. The lord created times when there is something around, and when there is nothing left, so leave it as it is, and any questions are deemed inherently unncessary.
So lord, would you shed your light to this broken soul, and give it an answer: If you make us able to feel lonely and and feel fulfilled, why not robbing both of them and leaving our hearts devoid of these emotions? If it is a rainy day, or a pitch-black night, why would someone be satisfied and excited, while others are frightened and despondent? If you create everything with a facade, when can we finally take it off and discover your true intention? If pleasure is always followed by pain, then can we just paralyze our senses and deny the existence of both?
When the night reaches the darkest, will you still be watching over us? If you think my other side isn't worthy or faithful, can you cleanse it off from my body? I know I'll never be perfect, but at least, please make me better by tomorrow, than what I am today.