I felt somewhat I'm left behind a thousand miles , a thousand steps . Washed in bewildered sea of people ,blinding lights. But then , gravity still holds me ,my feet on the earth crust as my dull emotions twitched with uncertainty.
What was it again that I'm running for ? that I'm chasing for?
Rather than a cheap love ,I rather go around embracing loneliness that perhaps really loves me.
Or a scarlet letter that will make my pride stands in a high height.
I have no idea.If only I could paint my future with a canvas and pastel colours.