Secret Garden...

Recently, I found a garden, my secret garden. Whenever i'm happy or sad, i'll go to my secret garden to pour my heart out. In a magical way which I can't explain, I always ended up feeling glad that I went to my secret garden. Since my life is in such a mess rite now, i tend to be a frequent visitor of my secret garden. I laughed and cried in this little secret garden. And now i started to wish that this secret garden is really mine.

Now, I felt guilty that all this while, I had been trespassing someone else's garden. If this garden is rili mine, I wudn't have liked it if someone else had simply walk into my garden. It's not that I'm being selfish. But there are just some things that we want to call our own, don't we? We just need to have some sense of belonging at times.

It's about time that I walk out of my secret garden. It wasn't even mine after all. I was just a trespasser. Thank you secret garden for all the moments and your magical way of making me happy. Though I will no longer be visiting you, you will always be on my mind. To the garden owner, I am deeply sorry for what I had done. I do hope that you'll forgive me.

And to my secret garden, do pray that I'll find another garden. Another garden just like you....with magical power to make me happy and which I can call my own...

Au revoir moi 'secret garden'......................