i used to love departures.
i used to love the idea of packing up and never looking back.
oblivion.
letting go of the world you once were so used of having..'til you have grown too big for it. from everything twisted, there is an escape. from the suppresion of emotions, there is freedom. there is an exit. a breather.
but it is not how it works in real life. the heroine doesn't always have to be happy. exits may not exist. freedom may just be an illusion. and an escape may just be another of god's unanswered prayer.
i used to love departures. i hate them now.
i am insaned even by the slight thoughts of losing people and people leaving. of love persevering... but men changing. i have had enough relationship drama to last a lifetime and i should have mastered the art of leaving and letting go. but i haven't.
it is said that it's not what we hold in our hands that is ours. it is what is left when we open our hands and let go. but what if the one who got away was the ONE... if only we had enough guts to fight? what if we never get that shot at happiness again? what if there is nothing left for us to own?
leaving and letting go. two of life's hardest. i used to love them. because way back then, they were so easy.
nov. 10, 2007
i used to love the idea of packing up and never looking back.
oblivion.
letting go of the world you once were so used of having..'til you have grown too big for it. from everything twisted, there is an escape. from the suppresion of emotions, there is freedom. there is an exit. a breather.
but it is not how it works in real life. the heroine doesn't always have to be happy. exits may not exist. freedom may just be an illusion. and an escape may just be another of god's unanswered prayer.
i used to love departures. i hate them now.
i am insaned even by the slight thoughts of losing people and people leaving. of love persevering... but men changing. i have had enough relationship drama to last a lifetime and i should have mastered the art of leaving and letting go. but i haven't.
it is said that it's not what we hold in our hands that is ours. it is what is left when we open our hands and let go. but what if the one who got away was the ONE... if only we had enough guts to fight? what if we never get that shot at happiness again? what if there is nothing left for us to own?
leaving and letting go. two of life's hardest. i used to love them. because way back then, they were so easy.
nov. 10, 2007
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