Something I wrote about this time last year. Departure from the grind of work and stuff
Under all the wrappings and tough act, the fragile parts of me breaks into million pieces once exposed.
The heart cries and sobs not knowing how to let go of past demons. Too many what ifs and unanswered longings. Too many regrets. Unresolved pains of the past.
Holding on, not wanting to let go. Too precious to forget. Too angry to forgive. Too blind to see how I’ve grown. Too blind to see how small the world has shrunk.
Until one day I decided to open my eyes. Bravest and closets to me reminds me to live the life based on who I am today, instead of the past me. Unbeknownst to me, I had been stuck on me from the past. The person that I used to be.