There were times I wished I had a clue.


This time, the only time, I actually do, it comes to no use.
Even from a distance, it hurts.
Because I am incapable. Incapable to do what I can usually do to others.

Even when history is laid there, failure to grasp the lesson from it makes me worry how would there be survival. To rely is to burn. And at the end of the day, cuts and bruises are all that's left.

One can only do so much; hope for the rest. Take care and be well my dear.