Some days I’m brave enough to conquer heavy storms and to climb high mountains. Some days I’m just a flower dancing with the beat of lullaby. Some days I’m a fighter of my own untamed monsters and a surfer of my own waves. Some days I am a lost wolf; self centered, roaming around under the brightest moon but still waiting to be found. But most of these days, I’m just a quite footsteps walking around of nothingness.

This world is made up of different weather; people can be warm to you, sometimes they can be cold, they can be cloudy and it’s fine, because remember flowers can’t grow without a little bit of rain, a little bit of sunshine, a little bit of coldness , and a little bit of fall.

You just need to process the cycle, process the season and grown through them.

You know, some hearts has to be broken to be opened completely. That’s how light gets through after all–through those cracks and holes.

We forgive them sometimes not because they deserve it but because we don’t deserve to hold on to chain that are made of fragile strings that breaks everytime you look away and wonder what went wrong.

What is stronger than a heart that breaks over and over again and still chooses to love like nothing happened.

For we only love once with our hearts whole the rest of the fall were just fragments and pieces.

Most of the feelings we buried don’t die, they grow deeper sometimes.