when someone leaves, someone

when someone leaves, someone
else is about to arrive. freedom
isn't the absence of commitment
but the ability to choose and
commit yourself to what's best for you

"there are split seconds in the morning between waking and sleep when you know nothing. not just things like missing who or where you are, but nothing. the fact of being alive has no substance. no awareness of skin and bone, the trap inside the skull. for these split seconds, you hover in thesky like icarus. then, you remember."

just when we thought that we're already matured, unexpected events would occur to make us realize we still have lots of growing up to do.