In the process of finding me !

How can someone have the ability to put their hands on the bottom of your pain, and tell you ‘Here fate disarranged you, and you’ve lost your sense of things.’ You hurt them so many times, ignore them like they don’t exist, and mourn their hears cruelly, but they still return to guide you through hardships, to tell you that you’re beautiful despite your cold heart.You start collecting your bags to go way because you’re done hurting them due to the fact that they care. 

Now I don’t know any beach to go, I don’t know if a small boat is able to carry all my problems far away. I don’t have a way to escape my disappointments!

 

Yesterday there was a shadow of a tall man who beget an ugly girl with a infertile woman, he said to me, “Face yourself with the heart you face others.”

Since last night, and I'm sitting on a sofa beside the fireplace reading non-fiction novels to make connections with reality. Behind me there’s huge shelve full of books, I have two yarn on my hands one red and the other black, I’ve promised a man that I have crush on to crochet him a scarf for this winter. Nothing is bothering my mind except tomorrow’s lunch!

Should I cook chicken or meat?