Seeing how things move forward, not halting or not even slowing down
I sense each page being written on each day since almost 5 months ago
Words flow, feelings come and go – the dominant ones get buried a little deep down – all because of the longing to move on and forget
Did it really matter to me? Yes of course. I would’ve wanted it to last longer. Was I afraid? I am until now. So what now? I am just stuck. Lost cause. Late realisations.
Too afraid; too much of a risk; too much fun or worrisome for it could just be for fun
Red flags, my friends pointed out.
I heard most of them say. “No, just get over it.” Very few said “Do what makes you happy.”
If I could just choose the latter, I would have run back and taken the risk for happiness.
I wanted to believe I saw something more if only I was too comfortable taking risks.
I wanted to hold on to that glimpse of goodness or that glimmer of hope though months have gone.
I wished there was a lot more and not deafening silence and an empty inbox.