a long-time memory. a difficult choice. the awaited destiny. HAUNTING.

tiny is remote

from doing the right thing

every single thing that was done

they are all mistakes... that can never be fixed.

beautiful colours, sounds, surroundings

all beauties seen every night and day

it's never going to be at reach length

ridiculed

the fuzzy thought of what had happened

there is no such this as turning back

to fix all ruins

options vary

to strike up to destiny

fate is as it is

but shouldn't there be any hope to grasp what was dreamt for all these years?

hope could only be hope

assuming time could run and leave you behind...

but no one will realise

a little shine that arises

inside the eyes of a tiny person

with a strong tiny heart

that could burst with a pinch

of lie

of resentment

of the untrue

and tiny could just wonder

where to go from the past it holds

through one step from the present

facing a wide flicker of light up ahead.