Life

Mar 23, 2013 22:18

My cocoon is harder and thicker than the usual one.
I've seen some cocoons that weren't able to be tore from inside, so the chrysalises remained forever inside.
Meanwhile I saw many of them have turned into butterflies and I could just envy them.
I have to struggle hard for my own metamorphosis.

No, I'm not making poem or trying to explain the science. It's just I tried to describe what I feel. Some days ago I tried to overcome my problem, to be strong so that I can smile when I appear here, and I succeed. I wrote to change my mood and to lessen my frustration, and the last fic I posted is the one I made that day.
But yesterday another problem came, and for this one, it's so serious. Today I tried to write, to continue my chaptered fic, but it was futile. My mind was too blank for writing.

On the next time I get here, I'll try to come here with the usual me.

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