What’s wrong? After all, the banishment from the thoughts I left aside whispered to me that night when you let me obtain your smile. If only it survived the daylight, broke all restraints and just became a part of my life. Those who drown in misery from what they’ve never done shall be deprived of something that could have healed their sight. So why do I follow them? Why? Is this what I‘m about? Afraid of seeing the way to go...to go. Falling into a strained self-surrender. Never being the one to hold...to hold the reins of my self-surrender.