Porcelain.

Could you be happy now,
With the wind in your hair,
Your eyes open wide
And your feet going nowhere?

they always seem to get the better of me. 

Sometimes, emotions aren’t pent up. We choose to let them out in “healthy”, “controlled” amounts and they leak in all directions, forming small but steady streams.

And sometimes, we think that those tiny outlets are enough.
Enough to release it all safely.
Enough to convince ourselves that we can take in more.

And that’s when the danger starts.

If this is how it feels to fall

Then that’s the way it is;

We live with what we miss

Neglected homework, nightmares, and too much of overthinking.

That pretty much sums up my weekend so far.