It was a run, constant run. As aimless as how you are in life. But then the dream turned a different page and thoughts of your habitance simply puffed into a cloud of memories, which i now would've left behind. And to replace it, not a certain thing, or one. It was interesting, for in it, i was running around from place to place, for hours. And then suddenly the scene changed, the act, re-played - backward. Perhaps it did mean something after all, perhaps it was just once. But really, would life be this meaningful without it?

Hope begins in the dark unknowingly, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. My life has been churning very fast, it’s time for me to contemplate the journey, my failures to be exact.