Mahal kita

I am tired, and confused, and I have come to a point where I do not want any more fatigue, or confusion. I have fallen sick, and maybe, just maybe, I am getting sick. If I were still capable of emotions, of fear, of tears, of pain, of rage, of regret, I would have already expressed them to the fullest extent. That is, to my solitary self. And to this blog who doesn’t judge me. And to God who Always Hears me. On every of those nights spent staring deep and hard into the mirror of self. Telling myself to let go; to just let go. There is really nothing left, save the ticking of time that is running out.