I know you’ll never know what it is to truly feel to think. This could be happy and be fine. But you cannot think beyond that point that is. You may strive to dive and drive into the infinite but the reality is every road ends, somewhere.

If you lived here, you’d know, you’d show and you’d grow. Where you go and let go and go with that. And at last you flow. To live and love in a better tomorrow, one that suggests happiness and dances with desire.

My burden is incalculable but I have little patience. Keep positive like someone always reminds me. Place revenge safely and have lots of Doa.

And I'm fine. Thank you. ILY!