I'm still holding on eventough I'm crying hard.

Everytime whenever I put my hopes on something, and it falls apart, despite all thrives and energy i put on it, i will of course start to feel very fragile , alone and in need of support. Tears starts to fall and lips starts to get brittle because of the inevitable need for the teeth to clung on something. And i starts to fall down on my knees.

I've been so useless before and i never want to be back to that situation again as far as what it shows me. All I want is one hands that takes me back from the floor saying "Here, ive got you. Hold me tight because I'm trying too".

Then i realize , its no stranger. Its my own heart. Calling me home.