After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away
First of all, the title of the post came from a book written by Joyce Carol Oates. Anyway, here is my post. After the Wreck. The wreck was March 20, 2011 and the events leading up to that day. Basically like my whole life. I Picked Myself Up. The wreck brought upon to me the realization that we could all go away into oblivion, nothing. Spread My Wings. I needed a distraction. I needed to cope. And they were there. And Flew Away. Literally, I am flying away. To Singapore. Hopefully, it's not a way of coping anymore. It will be the fulfillment of a dream. This way, I'll not go away into oblivion, into nothing. ps: I have read the book even before The Wreck. It is only now that I've noticed the book cover color is also blue. How fitting. How coincidental?