a note on letting go

by Mira Tulaar*

Just whine, My Dear, whine.
But I will never be the angel I was before.
And cry, My Dear, cry.
Then I will always be the pain that will hurt you more.

So shine, My Dear, shine.
Or you will never know how bright you can ever glow.
And fly, My Dear, fly.
Then you will always know how small I am down below.

*taken from her facebook note

~ by Hiro Whardana on April 3, 2008.