Beginning

Its probably the same feeling like driving my head through the wall. Only, I do not stop.

I continously keep banging, hoping to get through to the other side. Knowing that, even if I do, the results won't be as desirable as I imagine. Yet, I keep trying.

Its almost as if the collision isn't painful. I imagine my head to be bleeding, but instead I'm just feeling it all flow on the sides. Still fascinated with the other side of the wall.

I am again at this stage. Hallucinating.

Wanting the things I cannot have, but still I keep trying.

Knowing that I'll get hurt in the end but still I do not stop.

I never stop trying. So determined to have a beginning.

Eventhough its the beginning to an end.