3rd Strike

It's over. But, my road still has its crosses and sunrises. I'm leaving that place I have dwelt in not so comfortably -- though happily -- for almost a year. My journey is still long. Even though I have dreamed, or vainly thought, of trekking my pathways with no void beside me, I guess now I have to bear the solitude. This has a reason... and I know someday, somehow it will make sense.