Hold me, Guide me

What's believe to end with blessings turns out to be a pot of ashes, awaits the next breeze to disperse its fragments of nothingness. Who'd ever feel what I feel? This disorientated desk of mine, seems to have illustrated my mind so well.

Music in the background enclosing my every thoughts, soothing my doubts, drifting me further away from the reality. As the waves motion my sways to the pieces, with dim moonlight pacing its way to entice me. My love wasn't here.

To learn to love, to accept and to feel how he feels. Could I ever fulfil this? To tear for his pains, to smile for his achievements and to walk him through every single wince of endurance.

I beg for assurance, for courage to move on.

I don't need no outsiders to meddle about my life, seeking for a new environment with less hinderance in my daily lives.

-Petite Fille-