Poetic Wanderluster

[text: If you're happy in a dream, does that count?]

people who really know me know that I am that person who holds tightly on things and not good at letting them go. some might say I’m a keeper. But the thing is, I hold on things not just because I don’t want to lose them. I hold on them because I’m the one who needs on holding. I need the assurance that there is someone who holds me if I fail, if I’m being misunderstood, if I feel bad about myself, and most especially, if I am feeling so left out. I want to know there is really someone who got me when even myself can’t handle me. And I think with all this time that I tend to hold on things, I really wanted that there will also be someone who holds me and keep me.

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies It’s compromise that moves us along