Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time. -- I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded ...
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

Her Hour

She took everything from the little bird. The most beautiful woman turned this little bird into an ugly duck.

This most beautiful woman decided to to make a bet on this little bird. This little bird blindly took the offer. 

This little bird never learn to fly free for the little bird always being put in cage.

If only the most beautiful woman knows.
Yet, she never knows. The little bird has turned into an ugly duck and the little bird has full of regrets.

Like a curse. Like a death sentence. 
The little bird is now sick.
The little bird has nowhere to go.
The little bird believes her wings broken.

This hour of sadness
The little bird has lost a will to live
The little bird asked why must still live?
There is no future
Only things that made up by mind tricks.

The little bird is an ugly duck yet pretends still the little bird.

The little bird against the world, now.
The ugly duck against the world.
No one wants 

Thank you, the most beautiful woman.
Maybe one day, the little bird can go.
Maybe one day, the little bird can free.
And by that one day, the little bird dies.

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