The heart clings to something ...
Sitting in bed. Thinking all sorts. Just what is the next phase in life? The path that ought to be trod upon? Drifting aimlessly in this transitional life, letting it slide a breath at a time. Opportunities at bay. To pursue in knowledge enrichment, chasing after the sustenance to this very soul or to choose to remain in this static stance?
That does not belong to thee.
8.41am, Malaysian Time
