if only..

today,
i crossed a line: an invisible but powerful line that marks an end.
crossing finishing lines usually leads to the sense of accomplishment or achievement,
and i thought i felt that way too,
did i not?


im feeling queasy.
maybe its the greasy steamboat spicy soup base that i had for dinner.


you know,
it feels good to be able to get away, pushing all the responsibilities, and put the blame on sth else.


maybe its just me and my weakness.
maybe..


im not afraid,
never will i be.
will i?


i know you'd hate me for me.
nownow,
its about time..


stop.




you know it doesnt work that way..