There comes a point where all you want to do is close your eyes and hope for everything to be just right. For everything to disappear and for everything to become easier than it is but that is unreal. There comes a point where everything in your mind is blurred and scrambled- so much that you cant remember why you started thinking about it in the first place or what happened that lead to the way it is now. There is only so much we can do at that point, just hope that eventually, all the puzzle pieces will fit together.
The smile. The sound of laughter. The sound of disappointment. The sound of being in love. The touch of your hand. The many different facial expressions. The magical look. They all seem so clear yet so blurred. The excitement of life comes from surprises. but when they catch you by surprise and you have no idea what to do, all I can do is dream. A dream that could, could not, should or should not become reality.
There also comes a point in time where trying doesn’t seem so hard anymore, where trying doesn’t seem to be one of the main priorities anymore. It starts to fade away, the heart to fight slowly closes and collapse. If I dig deep enough, maybe it will open up and say what it’s always wanted to say.
If you care about someone enough, it doesn’t matter what people say, it doesn’t matter how much it hurts, and it doesn’t matter how many times people try to pull you away, you keep going back- even if you have to keep it a secret. But is that really what we should do?
Maybe there are some things that are meant to be left unsaid.