اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
She travelled straight to the bottom like how an apple fell from its tree. Theirs no timetable to monitor the fall so most of the time she was caught off guard and like a mother who witnessed how her child fell she was hurt — but silent.
the resiliency rested with her as if she was never hurt, she was perfectly giving away her bittersweet smile as if everyone deserves to receive her sunshine.
she was wrecked, and even the the rope of hopes forbid to hold her because she is bound for demolition, a subject for destruction, a total chaos.
But in her darkest times she saw a hope and change the wrecked version of herself. She became stronger, she rose from the ashes where she was burnt and released flames as if she meant to burn every soul she cross into.
and so everyone plead for her forgiveness, plead for her to spare them with her blazing anger, someone said to let her heart heal so soon enough she can go back to her old self again ~ she again released her fire but this time she has tears in her eyes
—- the flames stopped and so she cried
"how can I go back to my old self, when all the days I try to live, I die"
