Epilogue

One of the beautiful and priceless thing is, to watch myself finally grow from being stranded at drought season. To finally see myself as an art that come from mess. It is overwhelming feeling of being survivor after those fights i've been through. The lost i had or even the scars that etched within my skin. It is hard to witness how leaves keep on falling, but there's always a satisfaction whenever the ray of sun touches those fragments that been buried. Growth takes time, from horrible experience, or various weather. Yet, the only thing i want the most in growing is, it molds me to become anchor in my own battlefield, without being bother of how hurtful the season is. It has the ability to let me see the truth behind insipid eyes. as well as rendered fear that fill with courage. Smell the fragrant of how good it is to live beyond nothingness. Most of the time, growing define of how i survive and continue gambling for my life whilst loving the hole in myself.

Sometimes, you just nee