When I can’t take my feelings anymore, I don’t run to someone, I run straight to our terrace. I’d cry there until I stop. I wouldn’t care if people who walked by saw me crying up there in the terrace and thought that I was crazy or too emotional.
Ever since summer has started, our terrace has been kid of like “my place”. I’m the only one who goes there often. I stargaze their at times. I express my feelings when I’m there(besides being in tumblr). I clear my mind and think of things that makes me curious. I analyze situations that happened and what would happen in the terrace.
For about 8 months, and on each of those eight months this 2012, there wasn’t a time that I didn’t go up there in the terrace and cried or just thought of things.
For once in my life, I found a place of my own where I could let out what I held inside of me.
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Rhyming Thoughts
PoetryRhyming thoughts. Spilled words. Random Poetry.// 8/7/16 - Hi. First of all, to those who have read the first ever poems I posted here and also those who plan to read this collection - thank you so much. Knowing that a few of you out there read or e...
