Here I am again, playing with fire as if my wings were never burnt before; and chasing after dreams that are as fragile as bubbles in the air. Will I ever learn? I don't know. It's just that there's something about the roller coaster of emotions they bring; the moaning, groaning, screaming and the feeling of pain I get once I hit the ground after the fall, that makes me feel more alive; and that makes me clearly see the beauty of these genuinely valuable things I fail to, at least, acknowledge, most of the time.
