Seems like there's always a period of time every now and then, where I just wanna run and hide into my own little bubble, seek comfort in my own little world.


Don't come near me, you'll shatter it to pieces, and you won't even hear them as they hit the ground


Insecure -like a child sleeping without her blanket,
a fish out of its water, a song without its tune.


I need something, someone.
Or maybe, anything. Anyone.


PS. I sometimes think no one's indispensable, or at least been told that life goes on with or without a particular person. Then I realise we sometimes go around seeking for another someone to replace the one that we deemed dispensable. Funny isn't it? How does that make the former dispensable?


Goodnight world,
Sleep tight.