I broke a glass just now; I was shocked at how loud the sound was.
Somehow, it woke me up.
Today’s the 7th day.
7 days ago, I’ve heard the same familiar sound but it was softer.
It came from within me. I searched for the source of the sound and I realized it actually
came from my heart.
I started searching for the broken pieces; pretend that nothing has happened at all.
I might appear to be well but my heart was feeling unwell.
One by one I picked them up and it took me 7 days.
Today, I found the last broken pieces.
This is never the conclusion that I’ve expected. Don’t ask me what happened, cause trust me, I
have the slightest idea of what was going on too.
However, it turns out that I’ve chosen the wrong tactics.
As for the broken pieces, I would not stick it back together.
I’m sick of the process of searching for the lost pieces cause it's tiring.
And I'm afraid of breaking it again. I really do………
Short Note: Will you cheer me up? A little cheering up will do no harm....