My night ends late
And my morning starts late

*Nocturnal late bloomer

The day I turn my ways against you.
The day I fall short of my ambition.
On the day, cast me not away.
The day, my fellow sisters and brothers pray for me.
That ye may be able to stand strong in my weakness.
For only He can make me, me.

many times i disagree with myself
but
many nights i find myself with the same impression
that the nights are the most beautiful hours of the time
... the quietest
... the stillness
you cannot find in a busy afternoon

The nights
Are the perfect company
For myself

but
many times i am still in denial that there is a perfect time for myself

Critic says...
People muddle at what you are doing.
A crowd is displaying signs of apathy.
Scrutiny is upon you, fear you will be.

Comment says...
"Some people are poorer than your dreams;
  they are ambitiously bankrupt."
"Many people doing the same art."
"Is not for everyone."
"She's just doing."
"Not my fancy. "
"I hate that the idea exist."
"You gotta get love and you gotta get hate for the things you love to do."

I say...
My pleasure is not in pleasing you.

I am ready. Godspeed.
In labour of love, even as a professional amateur.
Feeling ambitious... Getting ready to swim for that.

stroke
by
stroke

I'm poorer than my dreams.
My 99% sweat can't afford to beat $€¥¢
even if I swim for that.

Old enough to be grateful for what you've provided for me.

Old enough to take care and think for myself.

Old enough to say farewell to you.

And old enough to know I am still afraid of losing you.