Bookworm's Heart (#3 HL:A)

All in my head

One morning, I woke up and realized I was holding on to a loose thread. Anytime now, I'll be lying on the ground waiting for someone to help me to rise up. Even worse, carry me through.

There's just something in my grip that, no matter how tight it is, will not matter at all. It will still bring me down, the season of my befalling.

Because I never learned to let go of things that are never of use. I still hold on to that vision that is nothing but a ruse.

So the next time that I put trust again, it will never be on others. But on me.