Hi, good day to everyone. Yeah it is midnight here and I am currently writing this. I don’t know why I am writing this. I just wanna explode the words dancing in my mind. It’s really bad that I am abusing myself in overthingking those things that it’s obvious that I don’t have nothing to do with. It’s a busy day for me dealing with young ones.
Here I am now writing, I don’t know if there’s a point. I just want to put and share this. How my baggages heavy, you know the feelings that you have to share it with your family but you have to declined it and keep it with you. Because you don’t want to bother them. And they know that you are stronger enough. But they forget that you are just human, that you may burnout, and needs to comfort too or just a hug. Or hear you out to express what’s inside your chest.
How I wish they saw me crying too, hear me crying. It is so nice how they adore you for being such a nice and independent person. A tough as they can see you out of your closet. But deep in it is the hiding you trying to be a strong woman and independent person coz you think it is right thing to do.
Awe, I think it is over. It is really I need to share it. I know that I am not alone battling this kind of situation. Being soft is good too, sometimes we have to show it. It is not degrading ourselves but it is a courage to deal with. To feel them that we need them too.
Missing the sea waves touches the sand sky reflects to ocean seashells on the bay gazing to the view I stare on it sometimes I pick not to collect but putting into another view pebbles and rocks has stagnation beauty that made in sea to witness and mesmerize the sunsets I remember the golden rays scattered on the oceans I feel the nature the hopes an everlasting amazement I walked into the seaside touching the waves let the wind touches my skin I missed the sea roaming alone towards the stone at ends of the bay sit and feel the breeze. remembering the memories imagine the plans live in this world fight with spirits.