I’m almost out of space… He thought as he paste, yet another yellow sticky note on it, only to frown a few seconds later when he noticed something unusual on it. A purple note. In the middle of his yellow notes.

    Every pieces of him were breaking, just like every broken notes he played. The music starts with slow rhythm... Well... Maybe Bad  Apple isn't that bad after all...    

    Today I saw that boy again, sitting in the middle of the dandelion shrubs, showered by the moonlight, smiling and glowing like a little angel on earth. He had his beautiful eyes tightly shut, his hands holding a dandelion on his chest before he lifted his face up and blow it... watching how the tiny white cotton fly into the air. Everything about him is still the same. Years passed,

Being the Leader isn't always easy.