There's a thing called fairy-tale that we, as a kid would indulged in it. Not only kids, ladies too. Life really seemed like a fairy-tale? I don't think so, for now. Not for now. It's just soo not real. I mean, surreal. There are a lot of things i think being me, myself, I actually have certain expectations towards things, which I think I should never aimed too high, never again. Cause, in the end, i fell, dropped down, and i broke. I was broken, and it sucks. It really does. Well, right now there's just too much of water on the surface, I'm drowning. But there's one thing, I don't need a life jacket, I don't need a stick, I don't feel like moving on, but I figured out that there's a thing I need to cling on, I don't know what, but I know I have it, maybe I have it.. i do right?
A tired me, failed to meet any of the expectations. A tired me, rather let things goes with the flow. A tired me, learnt the precious lesson. A tired me, perhaps will choose to hide at the end of the flawless dark tunnel.. Or a tired me will end up walking the at the isle alone, or the tired me would finally believe in fairy-tale?
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