The Flyleaf

To myself that lies one strong leap ahead of me,

I am writing you a letter once again.
I had sent you thousand probably yet this time, I am also a thousand more sincerer.
At this juncture, the gloom is getting even darker that urged me to reach my final plea.
Yes, I am locked up in this cage of negativities and frustrations just like how I told you before but at this very moment, even a streak of light cannot find its way towards my vision.
This is a mere gamble, crossing fingers, hoping one day I'll meet you in a better, if not best, context.
I want you to embrace me tightly and gladly tell me that I made it, we made it.
I want you to wipe my tears and tap my shoulders and tell me that it's over and that things are going better.
This isn't farewell but it may sound as it is for now.
I just need to figure out first a sweet escape.
It may be quite some time but I'll make sure someday you and I will congratulate ourselves for being so brave.
See you soon.

~yourself that lies one strong leap behind you