Autumn left me teary eyed. I don’t know from which part. Lately, everything has been too much. I want so many things. I’m chasing and looking outside my own crib. I don’t have enough at hand and I don’t think I do deserve any of it. Feeling down is just overrated. Then this book – it’s just, something. I would write something better about the book as soon as I finished Winter. I just have to pour a little water inside me so it won’t get flooded inside. I have to accept that change is part of everyone, of anything in this world. I’m way feeling too sentimental about something but even in my own blog I can’t just write it down. I hope when I’m done with Winter, my eyes won’t be blurry anymore so I can see the pictures clearly. The book is titled Have a Little Faith. I guess for me, I need more.
At some point in anyone’s life, we all need someone to turn to. Someone who wouldn’t laugh at our sentimental foolishness. Someone who would, for once, think of what was clouding our mind and what was that hint of sadness that’s filling up our eyes. Someone who would sit down with us and have a cup of coffee and start your conversation with “how are you” with a real concern. Someone who would by just one look they would know that something is bothering you and would take time to know it. I guess, I’m more looking for myself than for that someone.
I rant because I do get tired too. I get tired not because I’m not happy with the things I have in my hand now. I’m aching because… well, I’m human.
