"Is There Something" by Christopher Cross

Lately I see clouds of sorrow in your eyes
Some deep sadness you can never quite disguise
Now I'm scared to ask what it's leading to
But I'm more afraid of not asking you
Is there something that you want to tell me
Is there something that I ought to know
Are we something that's still worth fighting for
Or should I simply let you go
Is there something I can do to reach you
Are we something more than history
I'll find some way to convince you to stay
If you just tell me honestly
Is there something left of you and me
You've got secrets you've been keeping for too long
And I'm going crazy acting like there's nothing wrong
I can taste the truth every time we kiss
And I can't go on
At least not like this
I don't want to lose you
But what's the use of holding on
I don't really have you
If the feeling's gone
Is there something I can do to reach you
Are we something more than history
If there's no way to convince you to stay
And be the way we used to be
Then there's something that I want to tell you
And I want you to believe it's true
We had something that I'll never forget
Even if I wanted to
'Cause part of me will always be with you

fortune plant

before my shift starts, first thing i do is to water my fortune plant. before my day off, i made sure that the glass where it was planted was full. enough for it to have water over the weekends. everyday, i pour water on it with my tumbler. it's as if we are drinking on the same tumbler. i care so much to my fortune plant. i love it. i am worried when i see the water is just half of the glass. i want it to grow and have more leaves. i always wanted to see it and be with it. i want to take care of it while i can, until i can.

but my love and care are not enough for the fortune plant to grow further. giving it all i have is not enough for it to give me beautiful leaves. pouring water to it is just like me pouring love and attention to it. but it seems that it's still not contented. later, it's leaves will have discoloration and soon decompose. soon it needs to transfer to another place where it will grow and shine and will be contented.

as for me, i need to let it go, even if i don't want to. as for me, i need not to look at it growing in the table of others. because it will just hurt me. it will just hurt me seeing you not on my desk, but looking beautiful in other's.