It is a long way process
to see myself, to meet myself
where I left my destructive part

I can't step out of it
but I have to leave.

I don't even see you last night
on those vestiges where I reminded myself to come back,
we're on a same block
but on a different path.

This city and its people
left a sentiments and memories,
little cracks and a stowaway--
An element of surprise.

Every time i reflect on myself,
I feel like i'm someone else...
I know I stay true to my inner being,
but I'm always
compelled to be a better me.
I keep asking myself..
Is this a facade or an impression
Am I even me?
Am I all that one's meant to be?
Or am I blind to what others see?
Well, i don't actually care what others see
I create and tend to live my life in my own unique way
Being spontaneous,that element of mystery always there..
Maintaining a "positive image", it will inevitably break..
Despite the distance, i think you and i will be fine
In a world created inside our minds,
Blissful and unique.