Falling to Pieces: Ars Moriendi #Wattys2016
Why do we find it so hard to LET GO?
Why do we have such a difficulty accepting the inevitable, dealing with what's right in front of us?
Why can't we get over something we can do nothing to change?
I guess we all just hope too much.
Hope for the best, hope that he's still holding on when the truth is he's long gone, up, up, up and away.
There's a fine line between faith and naivety, sometimes we're too in love to see that line and so BLINDLY cross it.
I'm just an ordinary girl... But when that day came, I dunno who I am anymore.
I'm just an innocent girl... But when I met her, I became a bad person.
I learned how to fight, to protect, and to save.
But despite of that, I was once a murderer.
I killed him, she said.
No! I killed them both.
Is it even real?
Or I'm just falsely accused?
I'm sorry. I forgot about that incident.
I don't know if my memory serves me right.
I'm lost for words.
Who am I at this point?