blank spaces.

We, are living between these blank spaces.



And though we try to fill it,


Still


We couldn’t figure out how to.



We cannot help but content ourselves to what we’re sure of.


We’re blinded. And like a crippled soul, we are trapped in our own death.

Regret sears into our forlorn fate. And we mourn over another lost battle --- one day, we cannot put back.

We try to find ourselves in the face of our own defeat.



What happens after the loss has sink in?



Bit by bit, we try to piece what was left of us.

We see a ray of hope.
We sense enlightenment.
We feel a change of heart.

And inspite of it all,

We’re ready to start,



............................….....again.