The overwhelming understanding of human nature and flaws that I’m currently experiencing has left me no choice but to stop and ponder accurately,
Or stick around?
Attempt to heed the lesson
Or go back to how it all started off
Was it the first self-help book by Fiona Harold that put me in this miserable confrontation with what others continuously attempt but always fail to hide?
And keep thinking…
But don’t be overly expecting
Give up hope?
Rely on my humble perception of life?
Or let go of my previous anxiety?
When my unlimited love and trust in people
Left me heartbroken …
And not just heart broken but also with a tormenting regret for letting my heart rule over my intelligence…
A feeling I tried hard to leave behind with all those unpleasant experiences …
But why doesn’t it show on me?
They say I still look like I’ve just descended on planet earth
Is this how I see myself?
May be I just insist on staying pure
Than wandering in search for a cure
But what about the luggage of memories I carry with me…
They’re becoming too heavy yet I can’t forsake them,
For they… Indeed… carry a part of me.