Fragile

  I cannot set aside the depths. I treat everything so deep that I find it hard to move on. 

I keep everything and make a place for each of it inside my heart. Perhaps this is a part of being genuine— treating every piece of the things I made with every person, like a fragile porcelain. I will take care of it and will make it remain intact. I don't like seeing it slip away from my existence that's why sometimes, it takes time for me to move forward. I dwell and dwell never want to leave even a single memory from the past. I treat everything with a high value, I am a keeper and no matter how heavy it is sometimes, I still couldn't able to let go. 

Perhaps because I'm afraid to see a part of me that slowly drifting away. I feel like everything that happened must have a place still. Because that's myself, as a whole. 

—Writes Yna 

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