I’m running out of words already.
It’s like I need to divert my mind to something else before I can finally put the right words in the right places.
It’s not that I’m tired of doing it, but my mind seems to crave for a break.
I need something to be inspired. Need to see. Need to touch. Need to feel.
Anything will do.
My heart is as sensitive as a feather. Easily blown away.
It’s the slightest touch that can break it in two.
I'll be honest. I am afraid. I usually pretend to be strong.
I will admit that most of the times, I thought of the past.
People going in and out. Hurt. No formal goodbyes.
But, I might let things happen as they are.
As you said, no worrying too much.
Cherish the moment. Have fun.
Wait the flowers to bloom without forcing the buds.
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