Totally do not like the feel of self-pity...
The harder the fall the faster the climb
The tougher the situation the stronger to get
But the rockier the days...the fluid of ways...

How is it that I reckon bitterness
For the mere assumption of elements
running against a hopeful forwarder...?
Like time, space, and heart...
Like resentment of opportunity lack
Like support a must to give tangible results
Like preaching a dive into the sea, needing
all the floatation around, but yet call it risk...
A total irony of being...I don't understand...

I guess, it's more telling me
that a state of a person holds ties only for beneficial foundations,
yet not the true meaning of ties worth holding...
Disappointing...
But why do I want to bother so much?
coz....I cared to bother...
yet it's pointless....
so is it left or is it right?

Answer= whatever...