"i'm leaving on a jet plane..."

he sat on his chair and stared into space. his mind recollecting all that has happened since the day he was liberated. the smiles, the tears, the pain, the pleasure. The experience was so diversified that he could not help but remark to himself how life is one big cliche. how the same kind of things occurred to different people. Except of cuz, it happens in different magnitudes. But all in all, it was the same old story.

"don't know when i'll be back again.."

listening to the music by the late john denver, he could not help but feel a sudden pang of pain strike him. the fact that he could so comprehend the emotions and internal struggles of what the persona was singing was almost alarming. But it was a lesson, a life changing one. life does go on despite whatever. And it is with this that he can safely say to himself the one phrase that encapsulates the way he lives life.

"don't know when i'll be back again.."

as he looked at the rain drizzle outside his window, his face gradually brightened up and he managed a smile. a true and sincere smile. yet beneath it, there lied sorrow and confusion. he was torn between what he had been taught and had lived by and what the world seemed to be telling him. he just doesn't know how to manage it. because both ways can't be faulted. simply because it boiled down to choice.

as he collected his senses, he realized the rain had come to a gradual stop.

"an that was a song by the late john denver who died when his own private airplane crashed"

the words of the deejay rang in his head. it was the deafening sort, the sort that will jerk you awake when u're really sleepy. he stood up, unconsciously dropping the ribbons from his hand.

he had made a decision.

"come what may"