weak.

And you know what they say about the people you love the most. They have the power to hurt you the most too. We all have the choice of moving away but do our emotions allow us to do so? It is our vulnerability, our love towards the people we honestly care for that brings us down to reality. That words hurt more than actions do. Easy to say, don't let it affect you. You say that you have done it all, for issues to stop suffocating you.But the simple truth is that no matter what you say to youself or how strong you may appear to be, you will still be affected. Because you are weak. You should stop running away. Running away from the bare truth. That you have always been weak. And that you'll still be weak. Because that's who you are and just what you are. When the people around you lean on you for support, they think you're strong. Strong enough to climb the highest mountains and face the monstrous storms. Because in their eyes, you have always been the most practical and the most logical. But could it all be just a facade? As you stagger through the dark, you stumble, you fall. You pick yourself up and say that's never going to happen again because "I've been burnt once too many times". But you never learnt. Not in the past and definitely not now. But, maybe, just maybe, you are beginning to learn to stop succumbing to your vulnerability. Because, now you're beginning to feel the warmth from the pouring rain. Because, now you're in tune with the bare withered tree. All because, you have finally become distant.

cold.

I have become numb.Cold. Unfeeling.And more.Just like the blankets of snow crashing down plain glass windows, I feel covered, smothered. I stop to breathe. I stop to think. I need the warmth. I need the space. " Hold my hand and I'll guide you through", he says.But my question is how long will you stay? Like the stars that twinkle at night, will you show me some light?

Lost.

Why do we all exist? A question that remains to be answered. I have thought about my purpose. My purpose in life. My purpose in life is to be be all that I can ever be.But somewhere, something is inevitably blocking my path.I try hard to find my way through this endless maze. I try to be different.But yet, sometimes I am consumed and suffocated with this infinite amount of superficial attachments. I am lost. In this myraid of uncertainties I am meandering endlessly. Sometimes I wonder, if I do have a purpose. A purpose that would give me the light, the shine and maybe a little more. A purpose that would lead me out of this dark tunnel. I just need a little more hope. Hope, that someday I will find my true purpose instead of being blinded by the things that will never matter in the end. This continuous cycle of living life each day in the same way is getting to me. Live life differently you say. But how different can it all be you tell me.There is a limit to how much one can take and I think I am nearing that limit soon. Not now.But maybe sooner that I had initially expected.So.Save me now.Before I drown in this endless myraid of uncertainties.