Maybe this was not meant to be after all.

haha, how easily I bow down to defeat. How strange, how naive!

This is not me at all.But Im growing into something-submissive, obedient, and restricted.

Freedom is becoming a blurr dream of colourful smog and crystal-clear tears.I long to be a bird, any bird actually(not a crow, they look horrible). I want to spread my wings and fly-But behind every brid there is a bigger predator bird, a sinister hunter, the gigantic-alien of the airplane, the Earth's atmosphere, vacuum-outerspace, the dazzling milky Way, the never-ending UNIVERSE, and who knows, Heaven?


I am restricted, bounded by the invisible strings that I myself make.

Maybe, this will not work out at all.

But I am still hoping.