Felicity swerved multiple rounds in eccentric movements. An undying heart eventually shrivels with dehydration of affections. Failure of drive forces us into a shame pit, with nobody to shine a peek of light. Survival chases reality in smokes of pity states with no skeleton to sustain grip of faith. Nostalgia becomes only yesterdays of reminisce and tomorrow is a predictable ambiguous. Promises are always, to manipulate fate. Yet, a heart like mine clings onto affinity with love, trust, faith, determination and you.

Will there be more pretty yesternights and better tomorrows, with you? How do we go on from here?