Over the years, I feel that I've built up a wall around my heart. A thick stone wall and over time, a layer of green lush vines had grown over it.
Every once in a while, I let down my guard, peeking outside to see what's outside. Everyone says that life is about taking chances. But what if with each chance that I take, another piece of me dies? Like what SATC said, when did it stop being fun and start getting scary?
I cannot agree more.
I'm not quite sure if i'm young enough to just take things as it goes. Maybe it's safer behind the walls and watch from afar?
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