Sometimes you’ll seat on an empty couch with a tea on hand while wondering who you really are and who are you living for. There were days that you’re all over the moon, too in love to not say that you’re tired of living yet here we are at the edge of our seats – holding onto it like it’s our lifeline. Confused. Hurt.
Knowing that life may be unfair at times but we cannot attain what we desire because you live with people. We are all connected, every decision that we make affects one another. No matter what.
Who am I to you when I’m at the edge of my seat? Will you give up your seat and pull me back as if the tides pull each and every grain of sand back into the ocean or you’re just another bystander – watching me slowly slip away.
Serendipity and Chaos of Life 