When throat gets chocked with flood of tears, you wonder your ability to breath. Your reservoir protects your abnormality from being more abnormal. It is not the struggle to breath or survive but a flawless effort to retain the self high. You have no idea the road leading you where and you have no intention to locate the destination. You have decided to walk and you walk, holding your own hands, clutching your own ribs. Every step you move ahead, you discover a stranger you never knew in you. Promises are fading away in the deep darkness of dark night. You wipe your eyes and you got a reason to smile for a while.