My Own

Saturday afternoon, a cold heat, a disturbing peace in my heart.

Where is everything? My dreams? My plans? My wishes? Things that I really want?

Where did they go for?

Myself who frustrated them.

But today, in this insane afternoon, my new "I" wants back all of thins that was lost, every plans, every dreams, everything what was rejected by myself in a frustrating past.

However, I had been waking up with the pleas from my dreams that want to leave my head and be real.

Perhaps I did not know who I was. I was being me, but I did not feel being myself.

Therefore, these ideas that was suffocated by the shade which past, they will be listened and I will not put them aside.

Now I only need to find my own. My own way, my own voice. I have to go on with my own feet.