I gave Up my Jeans!

have you ever had a jeans you love so much you can't take it off for days?

You think I'm going

How dare you look into my eyes, piercing my soul like a blade of grass swiftly slicing a dainty skin of a passer-by? This soul is nurtured by pain and the least that i need is a mortar of anguish from someone i thought would shelter me from this havoc of anxieties i built myself. Look deep inside me. I'm no valor. There's just no more bravery. I'm weary. I'm no better than a wasted heir of ruins.

And how dare you tell me you'll leave because i'm leaving. No way! I'm no inching a single step anywhere. Not anywhere you're not going. By this time you should have known me better. That i'm nothing without this tiny hope of love i keep within me. The only optimism left in me.

Teach me how to walk away from you. Teach me how you smith your heart and shield it from pain. i just don't know how.