PATHWAY

I'm too old to choose strawberry or chocolate ice cream. But, I'm not adult enough to get what I want. So, it makes me stuck here. I can live with my most favorite ice cream I choose. But, I can't run into the path I look forward.

I woke up suddenly just now, I got nightmare. It looked real. I was afraid, I'm afraid. I'm losing grip. I'm fragile. I'm broken. I'm sick. Don't you feel the same? Instead you live better, there? Do you still cry often? Or no more tears?

I'm having my ice cream, and I run into the path I never looked forward before. I know, the ice cream will melt, but I know for sure its taste. I don't know where the path will bring me, and I don't know how the story will be told after this. I at least try to through and enjoy both, I try so hard, even I live in the edge of the hopefulness. And I rise up with last passion left. I have to alive like a normal human. I need more time to get up, to be really normal again, to swallow the reality. Actually, I need you.