Alone and abandoned. But God says I never am. And that’s enough.
And I will find them, who I can call my own. Who I think are the closest and I they will think so too.
I finally got a taste of how that is like. Apologetic. But sad to have only realized it this way. Drifting.. It’s okay I don’t mind. Who stays? Nobody. No strength to exert any possessiveness anymore. Then again what for? It will only emphasize on my weakness. I can be alone. Or at least I will learn how to.
This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smoulder on like a fire...– The Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden (via bokura)