Everything is moving at such a fast pace. So fast that I can barely keep up. I used to think that I was already well in the middle. Never did it cross my mind till now,that I have just stepped into the scale. The race. The marathon. With the adrenaline in my bloodstream,I can't even stop and think what I will do next. Things are passing by so quickly that the images are blurred. All I can see is just the ground, where I hope I won't collapse onto soon. I cannot afford to. Yet there are just so many obstacles waiting for me ahead.

The night has fallen. Even the moon and stars fail to support me. I can't even see my hands in front of my face. I am afraid. Afraid of tripping. Afraid of being ambushed. Afraid of losing without light to guide me. In this scary competition, will I survive? No, can I win? If I just survive this terrible period of time, I will still be left without direction. I believe that if I win, I will at least have something to move on to. Something that I can be proud of and some place where I can call my home.

Oh dawn is coming. Will I win? Will I survive? Or will I lose? It is up to me.