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Jan 2019
Sometimes, it feels like I’m stuck in a deep forest of thoughts,
trapped deep in the woods for eternity,
never to see humanity or its ferocity again.
But then, I find myself in the open streets lost and out of sight,
yet noticed for being different.

I hear the thunder triumph its own arrival,
I see the lightning flash its own creation.
I can smell the coldness, feel the danger in the atmosphere,
it’s pouring again. Is it going to happen again?
maybe this time, it’s my calling too....  

It's dusk and it's raining, why do I feel so sentimental right now?
I'm worried,
I think too much of the future,
I think too much of what others will say?
what they will think?
what would my answers be?
shall I be able to prove them wrong.

But I try to forget the consequences,
try to think about being happy at the moment.
Yet, I keep pondering about everything that is ahead of me, it worries me and makes me question my own existence.            

It's turning dark, the storm is coming.
Now it it's time to either stand-up and face the challenges ahead
or to run away and take shelter to protect yourself from danger,
either way the decision will be yours.... cause this is 'your" life.
aster
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