My World

I missed something very important to me. Something I didn’t know that I’ll really miss. I am looking for myself from the while that I’ve stopped writing. Yes, writing is my life stories. I always used to write what I feel and what I did or what I wish. I am not writing to get famous or to get some attention from others. I just write because this is really my relief. Sometimes, I get depressed. And sometimes, I feel so happy to express my feeling. But the most time that I really need to write is that when my heart cries.

My Homeland

I -for you- tend

My heart for you, I lend

And all my life -for you- I vend

So, give me your hand

To live in our wide land