illogical…

imagine a little boy holding on to a balloon, never wanting to let it fly away… losing that one little, yet valuable thing is more than enough reason to have something to cry for. it can’t be helped. for some, it takes painstaking efforts just to go through the lost attachment. it’s the agony of observing what used to be your companion, just drift away from your sight. helpless, you can’t do anything about it.

still, illogical it may seem, you can’t just let yourself do nothing about it. although everything and everyone around tells you to just let go, you started to run. running, jumping and leaping, hoping you could still have a hold of even a tiny piece of the string.

it’s over… grow up. move on.

stories do need to come to an end. be it tragic, happy or anything in between. we may not always have a hold of what’s going to happen. but that’s the bittersweet essence of it. the risks, the pain, the joys… but when the most dreaded happens to you, it ain’t pretty at all. you endure the endless what if’s, and keep haunted by memories.

it’s over… consider it finished. and did IT even happen (to begin with)?

being dumbfounded by its enchanted fragrance and beauty, you hold on to a rose too tight that you’ve forgotten about the thorns. just when you’ve already wanted to release it, you’re already blinded and you squeeze even tighter, the thorns getting deeper into your palm. finally, you realize its the reason why your hands were bleeding all along…

on a lighter note, there’s more to life than that. all’s been said and done. you knew everything all along, and you chose where you are right now. you knew what you’ve fought for. and you learned more of your heart, of the people around you, and of yourself. surely, things will be better again… surely.. better.. again… and when that most awaited day comes, you will be free to fly again…