One day
you will look at things without the same feelings you have at it for a long time. You will gaze at it as if it was a dream that happen while you were sleeping, when you wake up panicking and catching up your breath because you see them running behind you, only to be lock at someone's warm embrace after. Maybe you are still looking at it as something that scares you, that saddens you and even tells a constant story of how vulnerable you are.
Someday..
you will go through it completely with a fine feeling of acceptance. That you’ve been through a lonely journey. The road where it was when you walk to it with familiar and unfamiliar faces—some which encourages you and the latter just a show in that exact moment. Maybe when you keep on walking with the willingness to find the exact light of hope without thinking if you still have people to look at you, everything will be fine.
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Thoughts
RandomA collection of thoughts and reminders randomly written based on how the day goes by. ෆ
