I have the best mate. The most understanding. Importantly, the most loving despite everything. Liking me more than I can give. We had lose some and gain some all along the way. Accepting the flaws and embracing the goods together.

Lonely walk

I run with all my might. But I keep losing my breath. Pick myself up, and fall down many times. It does hurt. When sometimes i feel alone. In the midst of crowd. Maybe it just me. Easily give up. Lonely used to freak me out. But times tell me to embrace it. Keep pushing me forward but i have lost word encouraging myself. Cus i myself is a mess. holding up. why everything is so heavy? -used to feel this way-