You trip, but always pick yourself up. Time spins faster than my eyes can blink and reality unveils as freely as a waterfall draping down from soaring skies. You think love is the solution to all the nights you pined for a loved one, little did you expect that love can also be the crush of every hope you were holding on for. A heart is something you cannot depend on and believe, you think. Candied-nothings doesn't deserve trust, you say.

But I'm all that is against my own damned nature of being a cynic this very night, and I could really get used to it. So say hello to the same old brand new me.