She’s been doing a lot of thinking these days. Drown in her own
river of thoughts that sometimes she lost her breath, suffocated. And that’s
when she hardly had any sleep. It has
been approaching a year, unbelievably. She has lost her sense of hope since
that day. She has promised herself that she would stop expecting too high on
people. But being herself, it isn't easy. She trusts people easily, loves people too
easily, that’s in her gene. So when she did, she didn't realized that she started to expect more and more. Till it cut right on her eye, and bled in her heart. Then she realized that she hasn't kept her promise all this
while. Then she realized that she has been expecting too high. Was it too late
now for her to go back on the empty, hopeless path that she has promised herself
to walk through till the end? Because now she found the current trail is too appealing, irresistibly
attractive. Yet she’s afraid, too afraid that the path would again lead her to same
high cliff once she used to fall off..
