An Accident

Once, I thought it would be the end. Somehow it rises and I see a strand of opportunities.

Change is a luxury for you, I presume. The kind of luxury that you could not afford. Perhaps, it is just too expensive.

The tiny hands of yours speak for you. The words you articulate tell me that you are insecure. As much as I want to help, I could not. Nobody can help you other than yourself. For the greatest enemy lives in you.

I, on the other hand, took the path that I never thought I would. It seemed like an accident. I like what I have and your presence should add colours to mine.

Fear.

Possession.

I wish you well.