Oranges and Cocopops

Soon, I'll be left with 14 days till it's time to leave Melbourne, temporarily, to leave the memories and struggles that I've been given to built myself up. To make myself stronger. I think I'm not ambivalent to it all. I wanna be back to be under the wings of my parents, can I still tell you all that I cry whenever I think of them? Yet, at the same time. It's hard leaving a place where you've established a comfort zone. I'll possibly not dwell on it for the moment, because these are one of those "leave and let live" kinda things. I've got bigger things to worry about..like the exams which are, well closer than a corner.

Tell me how, tell me why.

Joel, that poem was beautiful. See, told you didn't i? You're a brilliant story writer, so I really didn't see how poems would have been a struggle for you=) I'm looking forward to reading more.
Friends in high places. haha.
Still listening through the cd. Sounding good though, even if I were to compare.

What am I going to do without music?

I see you sick, a furrowed brow.

That fallen demeanour,

No sparkle in the eyes, with no usual smile.

Get well soon. Quick.