Too melancholic. Too safe. The other, too many fears. It is hell easier said than done. I know. I wonder what keeps it apart. What are we waiting for? Too much hanging for the flowers to bloom. Time has passed by. But patience, it keeps its strength, but it also drills. It's sad.
Too many pretentions. Pretentions of smooth waves when in fact, silent thunders and lightnings tear you apart. It tears.
The circumstances are just on a halt.The invisible chase is but silly. Just let it out, you know I will always listen.