Ponder.

I set down on my piano,look right down on my fingers. It then started playing… one key at a time.
The night was a miserable one, i doesnt noe why.
Pressed one down…. another one…. and another one… Slow.
yet thoughts ran fast in my mind; like the Bumblebee.

I turned in to bed; staring blankly at e ceiling.
And there i realised theres many things i simply got to bear alone.
Parents; they do care. But e moment i thought of all the problems and worries they alrdy had, my heart twitched a bit.

No, i told myself. Not them.. i can’t.
At that split second, i pictured the image of me hugging my parents, crying so hard that i can hardly breathe..
I felt … extremely…sad & miserable.

But again, its impossible tt i could break down right in front of them..
I am independent and perhaps mature in their mind, I’ll be too childish to do that. And i realised i never had a heart to heart talk with any of them.. perhaps only issues abt sch, life, frens, etc. Nothing really that personal..
A barrier then exist. Is it becos we are all grown up and we can no longer act like a child crying when they are upset and laugh loudly when they are happy?

I duno.

All these complications… Is it common?

I wanna laugh with them; not pouring all my sorrows and make them worry while i cry my hearts out.

But i wanna be myself.

What is myself?

I ponder.