You can roll downhill for a long time, hit rock bottom, and wallow in a dirty puddle of helplessness and apathy. But sooner or later, every cycle ends. My time has come to stand before you again — not yet clean, still battered, but with a new spark in my eyes, trying to glimpse the sun through a grim, overcast sky. I’m still cold, but not as much as before. The first rays have started warming my skin and body, and my soul is beginning to feel lighter.
I only hope these rays won’t turn into a cursed mirage in the endless desert and knock me down with renewed force.
I only hope these rays won’t turn into a cursed mirage in the endless desert and knock me down with renewed force.