Just my simple reflection for today:
Many things are flying all over my mind. I know that I’m old-fashioned and I prefer writing my concerns and wishes die instead of sharing them with others. It’s kind of selfish, I guess. This selfishness is eating me whole.
Insecurities sometimes linger as I try to pick myself up. Tried to plan my whole life, but I fell hard. Now, I don’t even give a damn. Or so I think.
My worries and dreams at written, but my body fails to react due to my sense of procrastination. Laziness at its best, coated with insecurities. I ended up with a selfish personality afraid to completely share. Scared even more to explore and act to reach my dreams and hope… I hope. I pray. I scream for rescue!
There’s no voice. No sound. Not a slight echo.
My hands are trembling, finding recognition. The I face the wall. I can see now. I am getting old and my dear friend’s picking me up.
“Time’s up,” he said gently.
“But I haven’t started. I haven’t lived yet, ” I answered.
“Sorry, but that’s all you’ve got. We need to go home now,” he finished and grabbed my hand.
I can’t fee anything. Only my face feels hot. I’m burning! I can’t see my way. My eyes are clouded. A tear falls to my cheek and stings. I gripped on something. His hand. I said goodbye. I shall do better if I’m given a next time.