I rest for a while..
I’m going back now.
I’ll write again. Because I’ve gathered enough pains to turn into words and letters.
And while I’m still remembering my hashtags and categories, I know I’ll write again. Because I am trying to find my missing pieces. I know it’s clichè, being broken into pieces. But there’s always those times that life gives you some things that make you think you shattered inside; those things and moments are part of life.
It is up to you how to turn it into weapons for after those moments, life might give you something stronger. You might need a weapon.