first for the second half
i am very much in the middle.
half of me says im happy, going back to my old self. after all the things that happened last week, there’s no way circumstances will give pain again.
half of me says im not, im still stranded to this thing i cant manage to come up with a well-crafted decision.
it really is funny to make mistakes, to cry because of simple things that make the happiest people on earth who they are, to miss what you have always dreamt of. but then, nobody can take away what is already yours. the process of learning how to achieve had always been the driving force behind me. since the day i have first painted my hands in the walls of my old school, i promised that i will make these hands known, maybe not around the world, but at least, around those i will be given a chance. it is coming true, it did came true, long ago. it’s a different story now, and the process gets better.
this is the first for the second. all the best.
