Fear

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..