I continued to play different strums of the broken guitar, still in the past. Still mesmerizing the friendships of a flashback that still peeks under the sun.Then I saw myself. Building blocks, protecting, and trying to hid myself from the reality.
Even if, doors are still open for me. I choose to turn my back, maybe, someone will keep me from running a hundred miles more, or if, that someone chooses to run with me.
Though I went several miles away. I still missed the morning songs, that still reminds me of my childhood. The songs that we're meant to be heard, and be played a couple times more. And to grow, you need to unbuckle the seat belt of being a happy child. To be a more mature one, whereas, being strong will be the only choice available. And yet.
To be in a year full of ups and downs. To be slapped by the reality that expects you to be the perfect version of you. To be placed in a society of experimental delays & failures. To be brave, even if tears keeps coming in and out, just to tell your self that you must need to get through the day. To be YOU even if it breaks, you to pieces. To all the sleepless nights. To the tired eyes. To the people who silently cries themselves to sleep. To the ones who keep trying to still fit in. To the ones who lost a loved one — the one you prayed for. To be lost in your own faith. To see people smiling even if it feels like the world is against them. To meet people with different faces and personalities.
To fall. To get up.
That's what matters the most, right?
To fall and get up. To cry and be happy again because the world will not adjust for you, it keeps on turning around, 365 days in a year. It moves on, so do you.
Keep the Faith. Till the show, Ends.
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