There is a time, when some decisions are so hard to make. You've decided on which step you should take, yet you just can't take that one step. But you get bashed up so many times and each time you get punched in the face, you only headed back to your bed to sleep it off. The next day you wake up, you just forget that blow that you've taken for nothing. Your bruises fades off but your love for this place that you ought to leave is still striking with colour as if someone just painted it. So there now, you're still not eager to leave, though you must. Truth is, not one single person on earth can stand being slapped everyday in the face. You've got patience, loads of it, but it's just so much that you can give. You don't want to do somethings but somethings must be done for the greater good. Your own good. All these while, you're hidden behind a fog that blinds your visions. But you're lying if you said that you didn't know what was ahead and you don't know which way to move out from it cause you've been there and you've done that. So I say, stop lying to yourself and move beyond the fog, move ahead, move faraway, and when you turn to look, you'd come to realize that the god damn view is so darn good from your new position. You miss being in the fog not because it felt great, really, it's because you felt like it was a protective layer, screening you from harm. Like an ostrich, hide your vision and you think you hid everything. Truth be told, you're not being protected, you're covering your eyes to allow more harm done to you without you noticing. By doing so, you let your guard down, you're not looking around to avoid what's cutting you.

For so many reasons, have you started walking yet?
No matter what, I'll make sure you will.

12:00 AM