I once experienced a very dark life. Somehow whenever I see someone being consume by an evil heart, I became curious of their reason behind those action. I would like to enter and feel how terrible and hard their struggle is to fight their weakness. It’s like a feeling of wanting to save them and bring them a hand to the rightful path.
I’m not a light nor a dark. I’m just someone who tries so hard to overcome what we called fear. And sometimes I failed. Not to say there’s countless times I succeed too. I can easily overcome my fear if I enter a strange environment. Because at the place where I know nobody, then that is the time when my mind would say to me “those negativity doesn’t know who you are”, and I will become someone people would admire.
I hate to go back to the place where my spirit and fear always surrounding me. It’ll just make my intensity goes blank. I always wanted to be strong. But everytime I tries to show people how strong I am, I will just keep doing mistakes by showing them my weakness. And I’m the kind of person who hates being seen of her weakness, so I keep running away.
But well I guess that’s who I am. The first person who acknowledge my strenght is him. My very last person I’ve loved so far. Well even we’re already not talking to each other. But I still remember the promise we made to each other “The next person we love must be the person we must love until forever, and never forget the warm memories even we will nevet meet again”
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