I keep holding on,
yet I lose my grip,
afore I realize, I�m already whip,
but I was really trying to move on�
Perhaps, keeping the bricks strong won�t suffice to protect what you�ve been building for. This journey of spilling the ink on a blank space where a compilation of prose poetry begins was because of her, falling in love. Taking the different path upon the disappearance of light, rain pours without reminder, and clueless mind who walks through out the darkness was not enough to conquer it all. Nevertheless, she found herself in the metaphors of abyss where she poured all those buried emotion into words.