Traces of whatsoever, grasping thin air as i made through the vast empty space of my vision. There i was. I saw me. Vision of me. Vision of me from my yesterdays, of today. And what is this that beholds my sight. A vision of me of what beholds tomorrow.
I am nailed in my vision. All this time I have embraced the beautiful past that shaped my today. The vision I saw is the I that I have longed to become.
This time, I'll nail this vision. I'll keep this vision with me.
