I don’t think I can grasp the concept of a balanced life anymore. When I am sad, I don’t cry, I pour. When I am hurt, it’s not just my body, my heart is sore. When I am happy, I don’t smile, I glow. When I become the villain, I don’t torture, I kill. But I think that’s the issue with oscillating between extremes. Because when I love, I don’t just offer my heart, I place my entire world in their palms. And they always tend to leave and then you should see me. My heart can’t grief, it can only shatter.
