moving on

sometimes, when i looked at the people around me, how lucky they are to have a person that sticks to you.
how lucky they are to get all the attention.
how lucky they are to be in the spot light.
how lucky they are with their knowledge.
I too wish to have a person that i could stick with.
i wish to get the attention.
i wish to be in the spot light.
but i could forget all of that with knowledge.
you know, knowledge is something important that you should have to actually LIVE in this world.
i do have some,
but i need more.
therefore, a quil. yes a quil. is what i needed.
a quil that i could write my sorrow.
a quil that i could write my happiness.
and a quil that writes knowledge.
and now, i'm moving on.
to a place where i belong.
hahha.
what kind of poetic person i am..



WRONG!
i'm NOT. =)