Hope

There's many of them, each of them starring at me. Some look at me with scary face who wants to unleash their anger, some with their flat face and some with their happy face. It was the beginning, until somebody who looks like me and his face was the same with me. He shouting at me but I cannot hear his voice at all and when I look back there's another me running with a sword trying to cut me into two. When I realize, it was a dream.

Another morning, another day. Awakened in the bed that not belongs to me and as time goes by I'm getting convinced, this house was not my home. Not that I'm not grateful to be able to stay at my parents' house but day by day since I graduate from junior high, live with them just like live with strangers. But thanks to them I still got a house to shelter. 


Another day huh. Doing some routines. Honestly, I was not the person who like to do some routines. When you lived in your parent's house you must do things according to them. But there's still hope. A hope that will lead me to what I want. 


There's always hope.