#fallen words

Melancholy tones of winter melt into the warmth of spring. Seasons change. We become more seasoned, blooming with the flowers.

I appreciate that what’s good in life won’t come easy. It simply won’t. Without the obstacles, the trials, the tears, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I’m proud. I’m proud that I decided to stand not fall, to swim not sink, to dream not die. I’m proud I’ve made it this far and that I’m still willing to keep going. I want the good despite the challenges. I want to say that I’ve stared life in the face and won my battles. My fight isn’t over quite yet.

Finding balance isn’t easy in a world full of change. The weights we carry will constantly shift and the truths we hold onto will slowly but surely fade. Delicate it may be, balance is what we must cling to the hardest because even when everything seems to be falling apart, who we are in times of need is what will always stay the same.

Why waste time searching for the faces I used to know when in all reality, I now couldn’t single them out in a crowd. People come and go, times change and so do the ones that surround us. We grow apart. So much so that what we thought we knew becomes unrecognizable, because what we thought we knew isn’t what we know now. The people we thought were ours just end up becoming a part of the crowd. Yes, people come and people go. Even so, I’m glad I got a moment with you despite all the odds.

I've built my walls, held my grudges, done it all because I've found that it's easier to stay mad than in love

Nowadays it only ever seems to be apologies and anger, and honestly, I don’t quite know what to do with us anymore.

And then one day the people we loved forgot to love us back.

I made you carry the weight of my world, so no wonder you cracked under pressure. Afterall, you were only just a boy, nothing less and nothing more.