There're times when you just sit down secondguessing everything. Everything. Including you yourself.
There're also times when you have to sit back and collect yourself. Pieces by pieces.
You're trying to figure out pictures in your head, making them a whole. Yet, cannot make it.
And even when that scaterred picture finally show up, you refuse to see.
The truth it is bringing is hurting. So hurt you can't breath.
You'll wait for the sunshine to break the night. But you know, it is you, you wait. The whole version of you, not the fragile broken one.
When things seem so right yet seem so wrong, that's probably the time when you have to sing another song.
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Pembatuan, January 18th, 2015
@agnes_bemoe
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