Sorry for being like this..

....because, no matter how much time has passed until today, no matter how much obstacles we have gone through together until now, there's this one matter that still remain in me.

I talk too long and draggy.

But if I can complain, I first want to ask, how frequent do I even talk? It's only once in a while, right? Because if not, why were you once mentioned that we didn't talk?

Why?

I cannot feel anything but tears keep flowing down my cheek since then. Am I sad? But why? Why it keeps coming? And there is familiarity about this. Why are you still, too, doing this to me? I never asked to be like this. But, I still do as you asked, so I hope you are happy, and don't worry, maybe these tears are just salty-water secreted out of happiness. Yeah, maybe it is something positive! I am positive human after all. Yeah..

But why I feel this familiarity? I feel like this feeling is so close to my heart. Something about, last time...





Why these tears are still not stopping themselves? There's no sobbing element, though, just as if the pipe is broken that water keeps dripping out.



I don't know why am I writing all these already, unlike the past posts, everything has their own motive. But this time, I just feel like doing it.

I do understand what you've been through before, I really do. So, that's why I.......






Can you truly pity me a little? Because if you do, this post will never exist at the first place. But, I cannot be mad, because, like I said, I understand what you have been through in your life, so, yeah.....I understand.


But, can I say something?

Can I?




Oh, maybe it would be draggy, again, so.....

Let's just stop everything, right here, right now. Plus, my brain seems to have stopped functioning well, since then, and still.


I just maybe not need to be understood...


















right?

I'm sorry.













Maybe...
I will still keep flying alone...
Finding on my own, all the colours while in this darkness...
I'll be okay...


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