In a hurried pace, I walked passed a closed door, which then opened behind my back, letting out a very familiar, "Sweet Mae!".
WHOA. I met an old teacher. And it reminded me of how everything used to be so very much easier when I was lost in the pursuit of absolutely nothing. I was a lost soul with no direction and no purpose, but as it unravel sooner, I lost hope. But I have faith.
I have faith to turn it all back now.
I have faith to make you choke on words that you once spoke,
And I have faith to prove to the world that all that they believe did not escape from me.
And as I write this, I am still catching bare wind. Ironically, I feel like me again.
