Staring at the mirror, I am deeply confused who this person really is.
The wild instinct in me, the huge imagination that drive me seeking for something more thrilling, fun, and beautiful, are conflicting with the one and last hope for sincerity.
I believe we are looking for the same thing.
With small variation maybe.
Muse. Inspiration. Pleasure of life.
However the bubble of requests vanished in the air. It did not transfer into the wavelength that will keep us going.
That is the harsh side of reality.
We shed our tear over the lies.