Broken Bridge
Sometimes we break, most of the time we are broken because of circumstances, because of people, but nonetheless, we all have been broken once before.
Nothing lasts forever.
Oh how very protective can one be? Just like the saying, with much expectation comes much disappointment, she holds on to these three words, just so she won’t build on anything- bridges to be specific. Instead she found bricks, more than she’ll ever need.
Piling up the bricks one on another, more than building walls, she made a prisoner of herself. And engraved on the walls to remind her to never break that wall was those three words – Nothing Lasts Forever.
Wall with no rooftop.
Building the walls, she could still see the sky from where she stood. Sometimes, we hold on to something we believe, not because its true, but because that is the only possible explanation to everything that is happening. But deep deep down, you hope someone or something can tell you differently.
A voice.
No, not the scary one, but a still small one. Like your heart.
Look at the stars of the sky. Its beautiful. Sometimes, the clouds may pass and you can’t see the stars no more. You search and you cannot find, but its there. Something’s do last, but sometimes it seems as if its not there, but just you wait, when the clouds disappear, you’ll see its been there the whole time.
But even if something do break you, just you make sure its worth breaking for or else, mend it.
