There are some tiniest little things revolving around you. small little conversations and tiny little stares. suddenly something was there and suddenly it was gone. no one ever stood by your side and you never allowed them to.
cos there is a fear in you. the fear that keeps you a happy distance away from everyone you know. no one was ever considered as close to you cos history tells you to stop doing it, allowing people enter the world of yours.
sometimes, some people are at the gate of your heart, knocking against the door waiting for you to open and let them in. the lock is tightly secured and u turn away from them. sometimes, you opened the door looking out in hope of seeing someone but no one is out there for you. and during the times when there actually is someone, some secrets are accidentally let out.
then one day, a secret you told someone leaked out and everything falls. everything became messy and no one really knows what's really happening inside. it was a swirl then it was a twist. then it was a jumble of strings playing a distorted melody.
somethings needed to be clarify and once again the door is opened. it was one last shot and it was a good one. at least the door is now repainted bright red and dirty stains are removed. the bonds became stronger and deeper forged and it was a sunny day again.
but, once again, the door has shutted itself and the lock has changed a new key so that no one could ever come close again.
