Feel like writing something to express myself. But it’s kinda hard to express. The feeling is awkward & weird. Perhaps it’s strange. Somehow, don’t feel like I belonged there. Somehow, I don’t have the value that they needed anymore. Somehow, I am not good enough. Somehow, I just couldn’t tell how I feel. Somehow, I wonder ….
Sometimes, the painful moment is seeing the expression. Is not about happiness, is not about sadness, indirectly one senses criticism. The escape gateway is the nature who can heal one’s soul temporary, at least for one day.
Nothing is everlasting other than pictures. Even pictures can disappear too, when something happens to the earth. Isn’t it?
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