I know I can’t do it. This is not because I don’t believe in me. I’m trying to hold my dreams. Because that’s all I can do. I don’t want to die, I just want to dream more. Even, if I’m saying that is time to leave dreaming. It is my truth that I’ll be covered with wounds all around. And it’s my fate, but I’m still struggling and fighting. But, maybe even after all this. I say that maybe I can never fly. I can never fly like those petals over there. If I had wings, so I could touch the sky. But, I still want to stretch my hand out. I want to run, just a little bit more. I’m just walking and walking in this darkness. My happy times ask me if I’m okay. Oh no, I replied no! I’m so afraid. I have 7 flowers in my hand and I’m just walking and walking having no idea about my life. But I’m still struggling and fighting to get what I want. My dreams, but I just can touch the sky. I can not fly. Maybe I can try to. I, not okay!