My Own:)

I've learned to embrace what's there but the wrong thing is I've embraced it so tightly that when circumstances were asking me to let go of it, it hurts. As it was being pulled away, I struggled to hold on tighter, I just ended up bruised and wounded. I was scared yet I had no other choice but to give it up. It seems that is what my Master wants. I really have to, though it hurts so much. And deep down inside I promised to wait, when my Master would think of giving it back again, when it's time. And that tiny little one was left, screaming in pain. The tiny voice reverberating, from the depths of my hollow self.

I peeked through the curtains of my window just now. The bright warm sunshine kissed that somber face from last night's distress. Looking far into the horizon where the heavens and earth meet. It had sank onto me. I'm again back on the backseat. And as with it I was trying to deal, I was brought to my knees when it struck me, it's gone and never coming back, for real.