Unsaid thoughts only.
Life has its funny way to remind me of the scars that need to be healed soon.
Once I lost in touch with myself, everything starts falling apart. And thing get messier than before.
Open Letter #1
I can not really remember when was the first time I leave someone on scars. People hurt people and people loves people. Then I finally can a bit understand that I could be so cruel to people even I’m not touching them.