Clearing Mist

the mist is clearing, albeit very, very slowly.. i have a pair of wings on the other side of the causeway.. just a matter of time.. when the time is ripe, i shall not fly.. i shall soar.. soar high up.. ala Awan Yang Terpilu.. still unseen pair of wings.. love you people for giving me the hope, faint as it may seem.. but the distant view is slowly creeping out of the horizon.. slowly.. but surely..

this is Tomorrow.. very apt.. very very apt..

Zaidy Nandir
(finally unmasked)