Dream
I aim too high, without thinking of the how big the sequences, I let myself fly up to sky. Suddenly the wind stroke down the air path , shut me down to earth, causing these wingsbrokes into pieces , the feather skaters all arround, And cause the deep bleeding wound. I stood up again on the ground stare up to sky, Waiting in hopes the wound to be heal, even i took some time, even it would leaving a deep scar mark. And thought to myself , I shouldn’t blame the myself , I shouldn’t blame the wind, It might got the wrong timing, It might got the wrong direction, I just wanted to ask the god, what are the meaning behind all of this things. I keep my faith to him. There will be somenthing awaits some where, somehow