AGAIN.

Heartless. Tired. Dumbfounded.

Through the years of loving myself and understanding my thoughts. I believe that I couldn’t see the world as colourful as before.

Maybe it’s the scar left behind by you. Maybe it’s my thoughts messing me up.

What if I try again? Is it time yet? Maybe the pieces is starting to fall into place. Or maybe I’m just lying to myself.

You don’t just give it a go and risk everything you’ve built up till now. So you just sit there, telling yourself “you’re just being stupid” not knowing that maybe you’ve just let go of the next best thing in your life.

Till then, here I lay thinking maybe. Just maybe. We could all learn to love again. I could learn to love again.

-n.n.i