I'd like to go back in time when a slap on the butt for not sleeping after lunch is my greatest worry.

I wish my brother didn't leave instead. Or I still wish he did, but on to a different place.

But I know nowhere is safe anymore.

I wish my sister finds peace of mind. How fickle is the heart that it wants to move on when it chose to settle at once.

It's never too late to become something else, I promise.

I wish for friends to come back (or visit) and tell stories of new adventures greater than time spent in one sitting.

Surely, you will be missed.

I pray for limbs, lungs, brain, and heart to exhaust their potentials and function as sound as they can.

Mothers are wonderful creatures, and I wouldn't wish for bad things for Fathers too.

I hope to find solace in writing and not writing in languages no one near may be able to understand. I'd stop being a scarce satellite, always observing from afar.

I'm fine with my pilgrim on my side, I tell myself.

Now, what a fucking journal entry this thread has turned into?!