Hwei Ming

I’ve been waking up to a grey sky morning for quite awhile.

As dull as it could be, I still thank god for whatever that are left in me, I could still cherish those I love and want to be with, with the brightest of stars and sky.

A fake? No. But what was told was dreams and hope, which radiance brightly from within.

Love, I want to be that light, that radiance in the sky when the sun turns its back at you. That, afterglow.

And undoubtedly,

it is no surprise, for my Day 11, I spend it with Morrie.