???

One must know where to end, to know where the perfect time to rest-
It is where what's left should be kept and what's lost should not be regained back.
Despite temptations, I will never insist.
Despite emotional damage, i will not push.
I lost it as I lose my hope of a dream coming true.
It hurts to know that what was as tight and as close is slowly shattering-
just like the wind blowing the dark ashes.
I accept the truth but I dont know how to face it...
I know where I stand but it is not where I was situated before...
Fate will give no more chances to make it up,
and all justifications will be effortless.
I am waiving goodbye - this time sane and calm.
In a land where I continuously struggle to belong,
I guess I am meant to be the island.
(Or should I find the similar islands instead?)