Reestablishment

Since I don't wanna give too much away, I shall embrace the poetic rambling that Pn. Shaja, my evermore esteemed English teacher, enjoys reading at the back of my exam papers.

Sometimes, solitude is my answer,
Though not always was it the right one.
Countless attempts to rebuild the broken bridge,
Seemed to constantly contradict with malicious specters.
Mimicry is what they deliver,
Nearly made me a believer.
Still the reestablishment process took place.
Now maybe, just maybe,
I can see my reflection again.
I can sing for her, for me, for anyone, again.
Maybe, just... maybe...

Contemplating on changing my URL... Retarded much?

Don't Stop Dancing-Creed