Maybe we got it all wrong in the end, love was not about caring for them more than yourself but about, caring for yourself too, because of them now. ~ Mr. Bond√√
Unspoken wishes linger in the air, secrets longing to be carried by hearts. The unwritten story stews in the silence, "I wish they knew," the silent muse says.
I stay strong the whole day reminding myself that I am bigger than my pain, In nights, my pain always makes me realize, I am made of it, completely. Where will I escape or to whom?
Some dreams at the crack of Dawn give the feel of pleasant morning twilight because those are totally an unforeseen one. You just wake up to realize, that is, only a dream and not real. That time, your chest feels heavy and it hardens and it burdens.