It's been a week now. Things got so much better. Fulfilling the promises all by myself over the weekend. One after another. May dug up the buried sentiment. But its the only path of recovery.
Smile. Positive. And get busy. That's my aim this week.
Then I saw. And my instinct strikes. A slash across my hollow heart. Is that the reason? I can't seems to breath. My heart stopped. That stab. That invisible sward. That invisible bleed. Just when I'm about to heal.
But who am I to ask. Who am I to concern.
Nichole
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