the track. e air. e anticipation. everyone was involved in the race. as the gun went off, everyone sprinted forward. at e beginning, they might not haf a clear goal in mind, but as laps passes, they began to realise. to realise what they really want to achieve out from this race, this competition. setting their minds for losing this competition or winning. it didnt matter. most of the participants knew what they wanted. all except one. they've all moved on...

she never felt so alone. her mind was mystified. her vision blurred. however, she continued to walk on. each step she take was one that is riskin of falling into an endless pit. she hugged on to herself, tellin that she'll be fine. she tripped...

the road was a long and winding one, filled with obstructions along the way. there is only one way to go. there would be no turning back. but whatever awaits at e end of the road..?

we will leave one day. so what's e point in thinkin so much now? i guess there r no definite solutions, thus pple tend to take the easy way out-not to think.. but how long can one escape from reality? maybe not...