Christmas was spent in Jakarta.
Home-cooked dinner and presents.
***

A stranger read my lines.
He said to 'open your heart.'
And learn to trust once more.

Because I was hurt a long time ago.
And I'm not one to easily forget.

But I'm learning to free my heart
To not hear the patter outside
To not remember the tears I've cried.

posted by PURE @ 2:37 pm.