Feeling, it is just so hard to be explained, especially when it gets so complicated.
Likewise writing a simple thing on this blog. I have kept writing undone, left all those in my draft.
Strange how a writer can’t pour down the correct and appropriate writing on her own blog. Maybe too much things to be written down or to be explained, till there’s no words enough to describe all that. Strange.
As a part of the feeling – to be in love is amazing. To stay to be in love, it is a work to do. Even to survive on it, it takes a whole lot of efforts.
“I am my own soldier.” Yes hell, I am.
As love and feeling are abstract things – can’t be touched to make it simple – I have failed just to state how much I have it now. Just hope that maybe, some other senses that are there, can catch it up.
If i keep survive for thing that is important to me, will it make me such a pushy ? What if all I know is just that ?
Others may not believe, but how can i not believe in myself ?
“I am my own soldier.”
To remain strong, to hold on, to survive and to make things come true. There might not be many options from my side, but to crash till the end.
Feeling, it’s so hard to be explained. Still. Even my words can’t describe my own feeling in an enough way.