When like grows, insecurity grows too.
Living in present is a great motto.
Say is much easier than done.
How to be undefined by the past? Even I myself hide it within.
Does it matter? Only I mind.
Everyone has a job. Do your part.
Figuring out what is mine. Or perhaps it’s time to stop thinking but just act with no hesitate.
Build out something belongs to my own. Regardless of the result, at least it’s once mine.
Emotion was a rusty swing set these few days.
The noise disrupt the serenity.
Wear and tear.
When I feel the need to be away, again it’s a ridiculous symptom.
No way to escape but let it be. Things will eventually work out the way it’s supposed to be.
A trip, a book and a soul.