Slow ride, confused mind. Millions times I asked myself not to be selfish, not to shattered souls, millions times I looked out of the window, breathing fog on the glass, vaguely wrote down something on that temporary canvas. Now it’s all gone, the ride was somehow wonderful, memorable, I got an aftertaste of the blink of beauty, a comeback of excitement. Always feel sorry, so much guilt that I became numbed about it, guess it would be hard for me to number them however way. Don’t try to figure my heart, I would have been better if I have figured myself out, the ride is long, to the end of the runway, spinning and chasing, too bad I lost my sight. I’m grateful for the mountains, those gorgeous creatures that ran past my sight, beauty became fleeting when we stood too close, at the end God sees the heart. Finally, the ride was the best, ups and downs, tears and laughter. No need to understand, no need of an answer, growing and stumbling, crawling back on my feet with a muddy face. I see it to be hopeful, maybe two will still meet at the end of the ride, after mountains and valleys, oceans and reflections of the mighty stars. How can I guarantee to be the same as the one I was at the start?