(written: Mar 20, 2009)

My heart is weary and I hope it stays strong to live another day with hope and beat for another happy day.

I swore I’ll never think of this but I guess happiness from solitude does not last that long. Have I extended it for too long now? When did it end?

When you started to feel that inexplicable feeling at the pit of your stomach or when you just suddenly felt the need to let out a deep sigh?

My heart feels weary, from this search, from the denial every single day that it does not matter, from keeping this hope a secret.

My heart is weary so come and find me.