The Depart

For some reason, I have the song I used to sing in a choir when I was 9. It goes like "I am but a small voice, I am but a small dream... the fragrance of the flower in an unpolluted air". So, the whole song went on and on. It was all about how one's voice is too soft but when sung or spoken together, it makes a difference.

I guess I could relate that to how things are floating around me. Small voices from different people. Small words of encouragement; small voices of confidence; small cheers of joy. It all works, guys! Thank you. I am very surprised that most of my friends are so confident about good things to happen to me. Now, the only thing I need to do is to feel that myself as well. I mean, they have their own lives to worry about but they put so much encouragement towards mine and all I can say is, I deserve to be happier and more confident than this.

I'm in Rooty Hill now... a home far from home. Ages away from the city. I feel like shit once again and I know I will feel worse again tomorrow when the plane takes off. But, I also would know that the voices of my friends, those who love me and believe in me will ring forever more until I come back to Australia again.

They are but small voices

they are but small dreams

but when all come as one, they are big enough to motivate this mofo to kick back into life and live life to its fullest.

Dear friends,

I will miss you so much. and I love you all. I can keep repeating it again and again. All of you who are reading this will know how much I mean it but none of you would know the feeling of teardrops burning down my cheek as they fall.

Nah, I don't think I'm sad.

I'm just happy I got the best friends in the world anyone could hope/wish for...

I love you.

Heiny xox