Lost
Goodness...
I never have had this feeling for a long time. Where everything that revolves around me are just too puzzling and confusing. What really sets us apart is that line of axis that separates the Lost and the Found.
Right now just like a balloon in the sky. Floating around. Waiting for it to burst and the remnants just being pulled right back down onto the ground, waiting for it to be cleared off and be recycled again or just be left there.
What is needed, is the passion of a tiger, when chasing a gazelle. When you set your sight on something. Nothing is gonna change it.
Bye
