Good Morning America ...

Today, I wake up different. There is happiness in my heart that is just unprecedent. It's the kind that happens one time, once a life time. It's the kind that is so heavey that risk hurting your heart!

Good Morning America ... America .. America .. what should I tell you? Ok .. I will be honest .. I wish you are not so much of an evil. Nothin personal, I don't hate you. But why is it that you have to play with peoples hearts? Why is it that you only take just those people that fit your pre-made profiles? Don't you claim to be land of free? Then, why everyone has to fit in your predefined categories? You don't declare it, but you do request people's betrayal of their past. But don't you know that who betrays first time betrays another?!

Don't worry America, I intend no harm. Though, accept me as the rebellious on all of that. It's me, The Pilotare, cruising your skies, and hugging the corners of your streets. Not so much of love there, but it is more of fake intimacy that is meant to not let you ruin my heart.

The next morning ... would I forget America and enjoy the morning just as much as this morning? I know for sure that that much of happiness has left a scar in my heart, with a gorgeous name and a picture. What would the next morning carry for me? Would it carry the same happines as this morning? Or would it remind me with that scar and how sweet was the morning before?