All I want is to be _ _ _ _ _.
I got it in abundance but seems not good enough.
I got humbled and reminded of my stumble. People fall out and then fall in just to forget it all.
I’ll feel better when _ _ _’_ near.
I’ve been closely paying attention to my _ _ _ _ deficit.
But I keep hearing _ _ _ will fill it back up with riches, which be the currency of _ _ _ beauty.
Today I am filled with blanks.
I guess it won’t hurt now to shoot for the stars.