We all have some point in our lives that we badly want to disappear, thinking that along with this is also the disappearance of our burdens in life.. We want to go to the place where we can seek peace and calmness, that certain place far away from chaotic reality.. that place where we could feel not only the surroundings' tranquility but also our mind's serenity. Being strong isn't always how long you can handle the situation; sometimes it's admitting to yourself that you can't do it anymore. Weakness isn't always crying over something; it's also smiling to conceal all the pain and sorrow you're experiencing. How paradoxical it is to be alone but not want to be lonely, to be cured by those who poisoned us.. How exhausting it is to feel empty yet still heavy… You know that it really hurts a lot when you really want to cry, but the void inside of you makes your eyes dry. I keep pushing people away, not because I don't want them to see my flaws, but because they might not understand despite seeing them.. All along, I thought I wanted to disappear, but what I really wanted was to be found.. to be found by someone who can truly understand my life—scribbled and profound.
