Never been as grateful since the day i've realized that I am losing my way from the walls I once built out of fragility.
Of course, at first I was scared. Scared to melt away thereafter.
I was afraid of the traces it might leave.
Scared to see the beauty of scars.
Yet, I decided to still go with the flow, well aware of the thorns I might walk into, as well as baring the ecstatic feelings of finding the truest meaning of euphoria's existence, if there is.
Fate remains the only load;
Curiously, I bounce along.
Not so sure if it's right or wrong.
My destination is still a ghost;
I just rode on the wings of an unseen destiny...
Composure's candidly vanished a clouded atmosphere;
vision's vividly unclear.
a dwindling hope I foreseen.
