The moon looks like cheese today.
It has never been this hard to get over something for someone like her. She went through hardships as if it was nothing. Those moments of heartaches and emotional times were left alone with laughters by her side. Keeping her alive till this day, that girl has left that life full of bitter, sweet memories. What's left is just a new beginning of beautiful yet truthful emotions. It began to show. That she wasn't as strong as she seem to be without anyone, without people keeping her away from what she remembered. No way she can handle this alone. True life, reality. It's what scares her the most. Being alone, dependant on no one but herself. Eventually, you have to handle everything in one hand - yours. Thinking of what she only knew how to do, she depended on someone. Someone who was holding onto the other end, saving her from danger. Unfortunately, she ended up falling into that deep soil. She fell so deep, until one fine day, the string broke. That very string that led her to the outside world. That very string, which made her strong. That very string, that kept her going all this while. Having nowhere to go, no way out and not even a single gear to help her. She had to painstalkingly dig another hole to get out, to be free. Tiring and emotionally alone, she went through encounters of the never before. Nobody was searching for her. Help wasn't anywhere close. That string just, didnt reel up again, to save her. Nothing and especially no one, knows how much pain she felt. That heartache, that misery of being all alone with nothing to survive on. That girl just, lived. Ironically, she stood up on her own two feet, praying to God for help, seeking him for safety.
Right now, she's still digging, hoping someone may actually help her out.
Those lips.
Written with love; 8:26 pm
