Saturday, 11 July 2015

Letters

Dear Someone ,

Today I asked myself a simple question about why I get so close to people only to let them go. I couldn't find a straight answer but then I realized that I am scared. Yes I get scared. I'm scared of someone knowing me too well and then everything crumbles right in front of your eyes. The worst thing is you start thinking too hard about it and you don't know what to do. My situation is similar. Not brag though I do have a way to reach them and I have a way to keep them at arms length. Then again sometimes I refuse to believe the person I am or the person I plan on becoming.All these occupy my dreams coupled with my imaginations. I do not even know the kind of man i will be the next morning. This right here is scarier than death. At the end of all these gullible presumptions, I decided that it would be nice to let in a few. It will hurt but i have come to see that for love to work, pain must be felt.
That indeed is the mark i will bear till my days will end.....

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