I always thought that profound moment would come. Where everything that was accumulated, suddenly all of the contents spills out of its containment. That feeling when you can feel the breakthrough, as if it’s you being contorted and changed.

All of the pressure gone. That feeling. I guess I yearn for that feeling because it never came, and I know now, it will never come. It’s but a dream in a world of nightmare.

The pressure it’s still here. It drives me forward. What would life be without the pressure? I suppose it’s death. Is it death I want ?

No.

A life with nothing on the line seems not worth living. I could crumble under all the pressure like a dying star that lost its hydrogen supply, the enormous weight of its own gravity will consume it.

Or suddenly a burst! A once baby nebula now something else.

It’s a thin line between everything and nothing. Between your dreams and the demons who prevent them. A very thin line between the truth and the lies…

Can’t get to close to me

I chose destiny

I thought the weight of the truth

Would bury me with the sadness in

But I’m the highest above the abyss

I’ve ever been

This is the only way that I’ll ever be

I’ll never be your “me” in your dream

I’m not sorry

Is this the end for me ?

This is the only way I’ll ever be

I chose destiny

You can’t get too close to me

I’ll never be your “me” in your dream

I’m not sorry.

This is just the beginning for me

I chose destiny.

I’m not sorry.