i am halfway down the track.
i had sacrificed things i love.
i was almost not an inch near of what i am presently.
i doubted if i was ever going to make my path as great as i sketched on the blank white paper i drew the other saturday.

i couldn't pretend the sunshine was there when obviously it isn't.
i wouldn't pay any attention when i know it's impossible for me to engrave something i am never going to get stimulated.
but i wasn't going to outcry just because i thought i had ditch myself in a blink.
and i know, i am still losing something major in this particular route as i am walking.

i had this somewhat reincarnation about who i am going to be.
it's never too late for anything.
it's the willpower that keeps burning inside like those 'chakra' in Naruto series i watched.
hah!
i was just flipping through papers full of philosophies and principles i had learned over the past few years.
those that i had gone trough and taught me meanings of failure that towered me up when i stumbled down.

it doesn't matter what the consequences are, what the situation i am in, what someone has said or rather done to me, these all patched up and covers me like a blanket, saving me from the same mistakes i had done before.
so, who am i that i was talking about?
i am still searching.
you are never perfect. so am i.
this mix and match game is what i am made of today.

looks like i had to undergo a periodical changes soon.
and that soon, i do not know when.
normally, as i am walking towards the bus-stop, i would feel relatively solitude to the cold wind, to the temperature that had drop a few notches lately and to the sun that shone down to the ground leading me ahead.

enough of early morning words?
yeah, i think so.
an advance thank you for listening people.

*yep, it's just right there*