For live that I could still sense after breathing a poisonous anger
and tranquil soul that I could still grasp over a tainted solid mastermind I portrayed
I feel grateful for finally being able to stretch a red-permanent line in the midst of  shattered things
and actually take a step out from a hell that been create by my corrupted sanity.
Now that we arrive here while other human-kind being busy huff and puff to unknown destinations on the highway to nowhere,
we could finally had a same point of view that it all happened as a form of affirmation that each of us, however, have witnessed in each other triumph and fall.

About the haze of forgiveness.

Back when she was younger she’d always craving for happiness as it was something glorious that she set it as her goals, as something that she need to achieve. She grow up blind, not seeing what she supposed to accept and let go, what she need to protect and hold into.

Now that she feels down, her feet no longer able to step to the ground, not able to swallow the turth of universe. She then deceive hersef, drowning her soul into a deep dark ocean of deadly illusion.