I reckon that happy things should be kept wherever they are, even though most of the time they are already deeply etched within. I've had so much joy in my life with people whom i love, and i guess it's time to leave them where they are and place my foot somewhere else.
It's almost been a month now, very curious how my heart is doing. I've been feeling sad for long enough to come to a point where i don't feel sad anymore. I just feel empty, and i guess that's okay, since then at least i still feel
There are a whole lot of things i still want to do even without anyone to do with, because i know life doesn't always go the way i want it to. I steer to places where i feel happy, let my hair down to feel the air sweeping across my delicate skin, only to realize it all happened in my head
I've come into epiphany that i cannot continue letting others patch me up where i wound and then run off to let myself get hurt again. People whom care will always care, likewise the opposite
To feel sad alone doesn't really seem like it's just me every time, since being the happy pie no longer bringing joy upset others too. I need to be okay, i will be okay, i am okay
Today will be the last day i grief, for tomorrow awaits brighter things
