22 Years of Life

22 years of my life

And I’m still trying to find out that big hill of hope

for a destination..

sometimes it feels so high

it sounds so far

it seems so difficult to hold

but I can’t stop dreaming..

No matter, I let them got me laughing

Also, I allow them got me yelling

I just wanna run,

without caring..

So I wake up in the morning

And step out into my imaginary garden

Showing the most beautiful colors of flowers

Easily I see,,

The red is Europe

The white is for backpacking and exploring the world

The yellow is for meeting new people and tasting culture out there

The brown is for living in the bigger place

The blue is for flying  and touching my old Oxbridge

The purple is Edensor

And the green, my favorite one, is for being an expert of chemist; it may be a spectroscopyst, a biochemist, or whatever it will be named

Sounds so selfish, eh?

Hope the above are not for my just own self

Never mind sharing their greatness for everybody around me..

22 years of my life

And I’m still trying to reach out that big hills of hope

for many destinations..