There was an instance when I thought I have gone through enough to be courageous, but clearly it is not so. I am forevermore so doubtful and prudent of my next steps, never bold enough to venture, never taking risks; always afraid of falling. Perhaps my mind has grown accustomed, cognizant, that no one is going to be there if I do fall, and I have not so much strength in me for failed attempts, for “if at first you don’t succeed, try again”




I don't wanna engulf myself in any remorse .
I've got into too much melancholy .
Now , I must not disappoint .




Today , I have the say .
-Cherlyn ,.