ignore.

I was running. I stopped. I looked back. Recalling, I was knocked down. I fell. I cried. I'm lost.

It's past. No. Yes.

You gotta wake up. You gotta move on. Life is beautiful, they said, don't you believe it?

I should feel content. I must. It's been a long time since i found myself back. Sometimes i felt lost and not found, i felt nothing but empty, i felt like running but not moving, i felt like believing but unrelieved.

It's a beautiful paradise, in front of me, and i will never close my eyes again. Don't judge me. Don't torture me. It's just a beginning. I promise to create a good ending.

I swear!!!