And when you're already prepared that everything has to end, a temporary shelter you've grown comfortable with has an expiration, and you need to move out.
Someone needs them more than you need it.
I'd like to fool myself that it doesn't affect my emotions. It doesn't stir my feelings, but the tears on my eyes are wonderful evidence finally sealing this letter.
I've been in a slight devastation, watching this tower slowly fall. In denial that it's still gonna be there. My dependence is obviously eating me right now. A child without guidance indeed.
You know I am strong, but I have learned to be vulnerable without you, my sanctuary.
And I'll end my tears with this first poem I wrote for you, when it's just recently that I realized my heart is already beating differently, something brand new.