Monday, May 26, 2014

Fluttering blossoms.


Like the wind sweeps away everything it crosses, I feel abandoned. But as after every sunset there’s a hope of a bright sunrise, I too am clinging to my life’s loose ends, waiting for a day when I can open my wings and keep fluttering happily…ever after.

Sometimes it’s better to be just…Me.



When I cry about one thing, I end up crying about everything that’s messed up my life…but then that’s so very…just Me.