What I think I could do collapsed quickly. Only after that did I
realize the easiest thing was the hardest. Life is full of shades of grey, but being in the
grey zone frustrates me.
I lost my belief in
the kind of love between a man and a woman somewhere on the way. Like saying
goodbye to my beloved dog, I knew I wouldn't be able to call another one buddy
anytime soon. Time can heal wounds but it doesn't
wash off the feelings. I'm afraid to be left behind. Fixing can't help. It has to be this way for an amount of time before things get better.
I will only be ok when I find my belief again. Otherwise, I'll be wandering and having the kind
of fun that has an expiration date.
Happiness must be created.
I don't see it bloom on a tree.
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