Honestly it's been a long day.
Might be I should take some rest.
I'm tired. I'm walking. I'm seeking. Yet I'm failing.
I'm failing to be a person I dreamt to be. Person I would have loved to be. For now, it's too late. Going back, starting from scratch.
It all seems a lot of labour.
I see a sunrise and I feel 'Wow, damn it you're still alive!'.
I see her, and I feel happy. Happy that at least I told her what was supposed to be told.
Now I don't seek, I hope things come to me.
For now I can rest with my secrets, for now, I can be less cruel, and more human.