Rain outside, like a heart try to bear the sadness.
People we use to know not longer we know.
People we use to hang and talk not longer be the one who will listen.
A small crack, ruin a whole glass without we even notice.
It is cold, even a coffee feel warm.
Sitting and writing, let the rain sound open the old memory back.
Why should care ? Why should want to know ?
When people say you’re crazy and doesn’t matter anymore.
It is not a weakness, it is a feeling.
Didn’t accept what been saying, but the mind try to push the reality into the limit.
It always be better in the end, it always be the best.
How many more should be patient for that ?
Looking into a glass, a broken one.
From that piece, seeing something behind.
The thing that will try to put every piece together.
The thing that will make everything will be better.
Isn’t it ?
Scare, didn’t want to get hurt.
Didn’t want to try, didn’t want to dive in.
Only self can recovery.
Only self know what is the meaning of happiness.
