A hanging, never ending question, for me. the question of either I'm better on my outside, or am I better on the inside. I think I knew the answer, but sometimes I'm clueless, totally. at times, I get a hint. but at times, I lose it all. my heart keeps on pounding. it's pounding like crazy whenever the questions hit me. those hitting made me realize that I may be proud of myself, or I just being scared or timid. hands are on my chin, cramp in my shoulder, the cold that surrounded me at this late night. what could possibly be more about the inside is having a higher percentage than the outside? or am I just scored high in the outside, but getting the least mark in the inside? what did I get actually?
I'm feeling like trying to reach the last monkey bars that hanging way far from the ground, but out of no where, I lost my grip and almost fall. luckily my second hand keeps on holding to the old previous bars. that keeps me hanging for a while. then I try to rebalanced my body, pushing it up towards the bars, so that the first hand could reach again. don't try to think of any resemblance of my story to anything that you could possibly be thinking, cause what are on your mind is only the possibilities. you won't now it for sure. even I didn't know what are the resemblance towards my words. I just write what I do felt at the moment I jot it down. it is my hands that done the writing, while my mind runs a wild imagination at the same time.
Don't think, just read.