HEARTS by parts

Chapter I

In a hazy afternoon in the middle of December, I found myself walking at the broken pavements alone. Side by side with a stranger as my thoughts freely go with the wind. There is not much to look at in here just old establishments with windows covered in dust. I still continue to walk, for two long hours then look at my feet. Covered with dust, too and it looked as if its fingers are too tired. I look up at the sky and I realized it isn't going to rain any sooner, which would be good for me since I'm too tired to walk back. I slumped at the wall, tired, thorn in pieces, lost, no control in everything, I felt discarded.

I woke up with a funny tug at my heart.

There will be days in our lives where we feel like walking into cloudy day. That sometimes we just wanted to runaway from everything, that this journey called 'life' is tiring the shit out of you. And it gets you dirty every tough and rough time, collecting the pain every now and then. Like you are walking in an old broken pavements with everyone around you stays stranger and they do not know the rest that lies in you. Not knowing them in return. No sun to make you feel burnt, or to make you feel anything at all besides being tired. When you looked back at everything that had happened, it's too tiring to walk back. It's too tiring to even shed a tear or two.
So you just slumped on anything hard that might support you a little longer so you have something to hold on to when the tides are so high.

Take a step back, appreciate the little broken pavements you've been walking on for a while. Look at how damaged they are, how they will be for the rest of times. They are a part of what they called 'non-living things', now put your hands in your chest. Look for that tinny little beat, feel the rythm. Somehow after all the long walks, and broken dreams, after the utterly painful words that've been thrown and words that've been left unsaid, when everything is just so painful to bear, when everyone you love became a stranger to your eyes, when all there is are scars... the tinny little thing still continue to beat. It is still fighting even if you dont want to.

When you learn to love someone, and he gives you a million reasons to let go and one reason to hold on, you will fight until your last breath for that one reason. Blocking those million reason for you to just walk out.

Same goes with 'you'. You have too many reasons to let go, to give up, to just end everything but there still one little part of you that still holds on. There's one part of you that wanted you to live beyond the boundaries of pain, and you must know that it is still worth fighting for. THAT YOU ARE STILL WORTH FIGHTING FOR, CAUSE YOU WORTH EVERY FIGHT.

You should not be anything less proud that you are left with scars. You are a soldier of your own and that is your battle scars. You should wear it with pride, show them how many battles and wars you have won. That you reach this point, because you are strong enough to outrun your enemies, your enemy. People should know that there are no greater enemies besides yourself.