Picking up my shattered pieces, broken piece by broken piece...
You know that paradoxical feeling of needing and wanting to leave but also wanting to stay and keep the thing you had at the same time?
What is a shadow, but darkness that occurs when something gets in the way of light.
First swimming excursion out of town.
My intense fangirl spirit is taking over my life or am I exaggerating???
And now I understand why people say love isn't fair.
We have the power to remain unscathed by the things they do.
I do not know what I am supposed to do with this emptiness. Is this how it feels to move on and be free at last? Am I supposed to feel this way?
A new kind of fire will emerge in the horizon; One with tender, more colorful sparks.
Physical exhaustion is something you can wake up without after a good rest. But not a broken heart and a wounded spirit no matter how long you stay asleep to escape it all.