here i am , helplessly blank again .
i feel like a blind who has once dreamt of sight , the need to master
writing captivates my thoughts . how wouldn't it when i made it a necessity , an ambition . this rendered
me to be always in a storm , a storm of ideas . my days are the same , soaked up in thinking about the far
future , thinking about the prospectives , but never stoped the effort , never stoped exploring for
pathways . yes , i am a hard worker and proud of being so , if losing was a belief i would be a skeptical
unbeliever . as they say "failure is not an option "