I'm learning to walk as I watched my friends sprint towards the distance.

There was no finish line on my sight, but I reckon they see it, because otherwise, why would they be running?

I keep wondering if there's any way for me to become a professional swimmer without even touching the pool or getting my suits wet.

Sometimes I wonder how it feels like to touch something you can't even begin to fathom the existence of.

It pondered a lot of things, this brain of mine. It was once curious. It was once a proud child prodigy.

Right now I'm no longer a ponderer. No longer a thinker. No longer a writer.

I don't want to try anymore. There's no point.