31/July 2020
1111 It’s not exactly a garden of flowers. I feel like flowers won’t bloom until I confess what the moon said to me, on its way to here. One summer night. Reading through colours. Read me. Talk. I want to talk. I want to say what’s bothering me. My words won’t form a sentence. Expectations. Sense of guilt. Lack of confidence. I’m feeling it, and it bothers me a bit. Just a little, for what reason. What are you scared of this time. I’ve been telling half truths. It’s just easier than explaining the whole story. I’m keeping my little imaginary world to myself again. I wonder. Would I feel better if I told what’s been on my heart lately. It’s nothing to be sad about, and if it hurts, cry. Balance the scale.
Be aware of what you wish for. One spring night. I had a change of heart, about a lot of things. 1144
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