There’s a delicate balance—a perpetual tug-of-war—between feeling fierce and complete against feeling soft and frail. Always trying to reach that impossible balance, she never quite knows who she is.
Not that I will ever quite know who anyone is. One day, all is fine and the next day boom. It's all gone. I have no idea how to fix it, no idea how to maintain, no idea to a lot of things, as long as i'm trapped within this safety barrier. I hate it how I'm not exposed to the world, to the wonders of knowledge and to the most darkest fear of our own. And i hate how people who have the chance, can choose to forsake for sweet nothing.
It's not that I can't push ourselves to the furthest of limits in pursue of my wildest, fanciest dream, is just when I do, I've so much to leave behind. So much to hold back. So much to explain for and fight for it but yet, without a room for discussion.
My wings are caged.
If you have the chance, go. Go and fly free. Search for what's worth. For what's worth, is worth flying for.
Not that I will ever quite know who anyone is. One day, all is fine and the next day boom. It's all gone. I have no idea how to fix it, no idea how to maintain, no idea to a lot of things, as long as i'm trapped within this safety barrier. I hate it how I'm not exposed to the world, to the wonders of knowledge and to the most darkest fear of our own. And i hate how people who have the chance, can choose to forsake for sweet nothing.
It's not that I can't push ourselves to the furthest of limits in pursue of my wildest, fanciest dream, is just when I do, I've so much to leave behind. So much to hold back. So much to explain for and fight for it but yet, without a room for discussion.
My wings are caged.
If you have the chance, go. Go and fly free. Search for what's worth. For what's worth, is worth flying for.
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