what is reality?
I wish my heart was never broken, I wish i never had any expectation to have to face the reality that is different. I wish things were different. On other hand I acknowledge that human beings are complex, so many things drive us, our needs, our desires, our insecurities; things are just never easy. I was told to find an inner piece despite the perceived reality i have created myself. But I am unable to do so for now. i might be on thin line between what is true and what is in my head, but what does matter really at the end? should we accept the fact that we never have any control on outside and only focus on ourselves and what’s inside us?












