I see a crack on the wall, and maybe it signals something to come.
Night is dark as usual. I can't see clearly outside, nor do I intend to. There's no need for such a thing. I need to finish what I couldn't complete during the day, but honestly, nothing else is necesary.
So I lower the curtain, and cut out every tie with the outside world. Once again I'm in a world all to myself. Lonely as it may be, this feeling doesn't seem too bad after all. It reminds me of the old days a little, like how I wanted myself to be.
I close my eyes for a moment, and flashbacks rush through my memory. I knew it all along, excessive emotions can't help anything; but how did I become this sentimental in the first place? I laugh at others for being a slave to their irrationality, but am I the same as them after all?
Fortune cookie, you lied to me. You told me I'm going in the right direction, but how come too much just seems hopelessly wrong? If the pressure on my back gets too overwhelming, I'll just unload some of the cargos, no matter how precious they might be. And once they're not with me, I have no intention to get them back.
At this minute, when everything around falls into deep sleep, I raise my chin up one more time. Looking into the mirror, I find nothing else behind my blood-shot eyes, except for that sheer resolve, the absolute vow I once made. If the road is going to be tough, then let my mind be tougher, my body stronger, and my will more determined. I know where the path leads to, and once I had a reason to go there. I will do whatever it takes to get there, even if it means losing the purpose along the way.