Ourselves.

Our souls can only replace so much of what use to be there. The generations and gaps that are now filled with luminous lights- they are just unaccountable. We have scavenged our lives to color this immense freedom that we all have longed for. Our desires have driven us to think in such vast, repetitive rounds that we forget how to take a step back and remember what it means to slow down. The tiny cells that have engulfed inside our imagination and creativity continue to run. There is nothing that can stop it now except for that pull. I no longer drive myself to the other side. I drive myself to where my hands happen to take the wheel. The mischief behind every doors. The secret is to be quiet. To be quiet of where we're going. To be quiet of what lies ahead of us. There is no designated path. It's just what happens to have fallen in front of us. It's the way we perceive it and who we see it that will affect our emotions towards it. It's not others. It's ourselves.