FALL NOT

She is but a fragile glass who goes through lots of slow-cracking vague touches in her life, as she attempts to escape from the vulnerability she’s chained in, she’s slowly falling into pieces. He adores mending things yet fails to see in himself a bruised life. Fell into a comfortable sense of existence but with the absence of desired happiness. She wrote everything down, from her spine to her heart’s pumped blood. The flowery words pulled her deeply to drowning compassion and yet was imprisoned inside a luminous hope. He kept everything in one suffocated space, suppressed and bound together. Has walked over denied emotions, heavier than clouds formed on top of a four-cornered shelter he filled with bitterness. Life on earth is confusing, as if you were cornered by the mirror of your past that triggers you to reminisce your unhealed scars, and it pushes you to reckless decisions assuming it holds a piece of a puzzled future not being able to perceive the goodness of the present time. But that doesn’t end your story, you could’ve fallen into a helpless grayish hole, yet you weren’t alone as you walked through the valley, someone pulled you back, an inch before you fell.