Stained Glass

broken glass... like broken promises...

This started a few months ago- this kind of moment when I feel like I am abandoned and lost. Where in I feel like everything is in place but something is missing. It’s a splinter like feeling but I am bothered and uncomfortable just by knowing it. After what happened to me within the past 6 months, I can say that I have little improvements I am more worldly, optimistic and a bit wiser when it comes to dealing with lot of things. But like what I’ve said, I have occasional weird moments when I feel like there’s a lingering itch not painful but prickly… so now I’m writing. 

Actually, I knew where it was coming from. I am so afraid to admit to them let alone admit it to myself. They now have their own lives and I have mine. We are growing apart and I can see the signs waaaaay before but I am afraid to deal with it. It’s the law of nature, a cycle of life and I knew it was bound to happen. People change and people grow. The only permanent in life is change. It sucks that we have to deal with it. 

It’s tricky because it is not every day that you can talk about things like how you are so close before and how you are not today. And I knew that they too are in a confusing limbo. Where things are forcedly categorize as normal or just a “bump in the road” covering the harsh and inevitable truth that things are no longer exactly the same as it was before.

   

I just couldn’t imagine what happen in between. Maybe it’s just me.

…or maybe not.