Too often, we hold ourselves captive for what happened. Some deem to be redeemed while some look for punishment.

Too often, we cannot control what happens.

Until it's in the past, it doesn't make sense.

If you ever feel lost, just remember that some paths cannot be discovered without getting lost. To walk the path or not is your choice, but not how the path should be.

How you see the path is your definition of it, but not of how it is. Everybody can walk the same path and yet feel different. Only few reach the true destination.

Listen to yourself.
Trust your intuition.
It knows the way.

You don't need to have everything figured out.

Until your drive your unconsciousness conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

Find and establish balance between hustle and rest. Discharge negative energy. Reclaim your power. Travel the world. Battle your demons. Tear down your reputation. Rebuild yourself. You have so much more to see and do.

Everything you want will be coming.

And now that it's here in June,
I break free from my cocoon,
I sneak out of my room
with an ice cream and a maroon spoon.

I sit under the serene moon,
locked up in an unseen booth
reminiscing my deceptive youth,
much of spilled ink and little colourful hues.

As I play my favourite tune by Typhoon,
I sink in the sorrow of tomorrow,
despising myself for what I have become
as I don't know where this all had begun.

I come into my senses as the song ends, and
I notice my ice-cream has melted like a sand dune;
Powerless and unable to complete this poem,
I feel that to forget is truly a boon.