Actually, everything is beautiful, too utopian to be true. Just that when one seems out of place, it seems like thorns that prick bit by bit
Sometimes its tugging at your sleeves, waiting to chance upon you. When you least expect it, when your guards are down, that's when you need to be wary. It's concealed, its your deepest fear. Engulfing the mind, the soul and then the heart. Then when hopes are lost, fortunately new ones re-grew. That's just life, with its inexplicable cycle.
Every patience has its limits yet I finally think that its worth it.
