I don’t know why.. but somehow.. the thoughts come out on my mind..continuously
worries.. dreams.. hopes..
I feel nervous.. This year would be my one last chance to find the way of my own dream to be presented. At least I feel like this is my last chance of startline on the race to the future that I have imagined about.
I can’t find the way to get there.
And still I don’t know how to get there.
Everything is vague, doubtful..
Now the thoughts make me start to feel like being chased by my thoughts, urges…
I don’t want to lose my pace.. but at the same time the situation makes me feel I might be slow and monotonous.. I could be late..