My journal

how does this look like
the color in the sky
the wind in the air
knowing for the next moment end
in just flash
forget the simplicity
beauty
in such a small fashion of places
now we forget to pause
ourselves thinking the next future of our lives
it could be simple as waking up or
challenging as thinking for a career
you might enjoy living life to the fullest is something
I'd believed know what treacherous paths
I come and cross
in the likely hood I "failed"
is gonna come across are paths
eventually, if you learn your mistakes
you adapt yourself from this commotion
and this unforgettable barrier of
your fear vs your will
it starts to question why do we have to lose
our dignity
our sanity our egos
our pride
from these seem able immovable events of mistakes
to turn to our mental torture of humiliation
to admit ourselves to defeat