Again & Again

I hate that face, that emotion on it. It makes me feel powerless.
The only thing I can do is to eat bar chor mee at the coffeeshop at 2 in the morning with you, listening to your tiredness clouding every word that comes. I can't tell you when's the time we'll pull through cuz even when I tell myself every single time that we will, it was just the tip of an iceberg we're at - melting slow and helplessly.

Listening to cantonese gospel on the discman with you dad right now, I just hope you find comfort in the Lord even if it's temporal. At least you're smiling and that's all that matters to me.

On a side note, I want IP and my eyebagz to be gone.