maybe i'm just getting super bored.
maybe i'm just getting extremely pissed.
maybe i just need to draw the line bold.
maybe i just need to lock the distance unlimited.
maybe i just want to stop working with things or ones i realized i can never get used to.
maybe i just want to start working on my bucket list, my sand box, you name it, instead.
maybe i'm the one who actually pushed myself too hard on things i, myself, dislike a lot.
maybe i'm the one who actually can't see things clearly as my vision blurred with hatred towards something indefinite.
maybe i really need to go somewhere west, literally, seeing the sunset.
the burning red of another ending.
having a sleepless night on some random street,
watching another side of life. which could be exactly the same as mine,
for the tears and the laughs.
write a story, a completed song.
with dimmed street lamps as the melody. and homeless steps as the lyric.
and then going home near the morning.
say hello to morning dew. and smile to mom and dad.
and then, with an exact same old soul,
start anew.