//numinous

In the race with time, we tend to run and a little of contemplation.

Passion is burnt and flying high with the excitements.

Fear is a gravity, pull our feet back on the ground.

In the midst of uncertainty, we seek for inspiration.

Dream is a manifestation of hopes, or the second chance we wish to exist.

Somewhere between fulfilment and disappointment, we try to define our journey to the fullest.

That is even a small step, as long as we move;

we alive.

 

 

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