Found myself scribbling again. Thinking. Turning poetic, artistic, again. A thing I thought I have lost a long time ago. My frustrations, resurrected. So much trouble. Sweet trouble. You are a star. Something meant to be always looked from afar. You inspire me. To be better. To be free. To be me. This is just a fleeting emotion, unintended. No doubt I am but a vulnerable fool. A crass who got high and will definitely fall. Fall into the mosh pit of your calm and silent waters. This, too, shall pass.