weary

and then there was this. a part of you, a part of me, all blended in. somewhat twisted, confined. sometimes we know but hardly we ever say. sometimes bravery gets the better of us, most of the time we let fear overtake us.

we live in an era where everything is replaceable. people no longer want to fix things, instead, they look for the easier way out. the most convenient. not necessarily the least hurtful, but most usually, the quickest solution. they find something else.

we drop something we think we love, and when its dropped, it got chipped. it broke, its no longer how we first saw it was. back then , people valued what they bought, they valued money and they know it was hard to come by, so they try all their might to fix it.

gone were the days where we were all willing to fix things. we've lost the mechanics to the most basic things in life. how do we expect to even come to terms with the others ?