Sometimes I wish that

time will return to a point before those happy times happened

when a reply could almost be guaranteed

when I could sense laughter from within

when I know that its there

back to a time where hope was still around



Like a Ballerina spinning round and round to face the same spot over and over again.



The spin continues on & on, fatigue eventually set in and before the end of it all, will you end up asking yourself: "why did the spin happen?"


Everything happends for a reason.

Because

I am a good resistor. change resistor