begrime

i've been telling everyone (who knows about it and who will listen) the story...to a point that apart of me longs for their sympathy...i do not know. it's just that there's nothing left for me to do other than tell people of the story. as if telling lets me relive the times..and be in that moment for a while. where after i'll find myself crying silently to oblivion...

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sometimes my crying goes unnoticed even by me.

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i know crying does nothing other than dehydrates my body. lol. but crying is the only thing i could do.

well,

there's another thing i could do

MOVE ON.

i am moving on with my life (oh don't get me started on my life's story...there's just too much sorrow)

but i can't let go
how do you let go?
how do you let go of the things that make you happy?
how do you let go of the thing, the person that means more to you than air? (it's just a metaphor)

how do you?








you don't.