I''m under a constant vigil.
A constant pressure to perform better.
A yearn to succeed.
A new milestone everytime I inch closer to one.
She keeps coaxing me to paint my own sky everytime a storm messes up the colours of my painting.
I stumble, I fall at such times but still lunge forward to catch that innocence with which that angel smiles at me.
The angel is like a child when I need reassurance, she is a rock when I need a support.
If I achieve, its her pride that swells, if I fail, she is always there to run back to.
I don't have to perform.
I do not even have to be nice.
She is there,
what I do, or could not do.
Her heart is my home where I can run away from this world and forget about everything.
And just because she has taken away all my fear,
I am capable of inflicting.
I am capable of achieving.
I am capable of changing this world.
I am capable of doing anything and nothing is impossible anymore.
I am capable of helping out.
I am capable of recklessness as well.
Beware, for I am alive ... and kicking!