Breathing.

I am tired before anything could even begin.
At the start of the race,my white flag is raised up high.
The ghost of the past is truly the one that haunts me the most.
For that experience that has literally changed me.
But yet I know that the sun rises everyday.
And therefore I should keep walking even if I keep falling.
Cause at the end, something good will turn out of it.

Hey stranger,
There is something about you that keeps me looking.
And that wall is slowly coming down.
That one night has kept me searching for more (:
But I won't rush things like I am running after a train.
This time I will take my time cause you are truly something.