The Archer
I always get the victory of having the most number of failed arrows in cupid's long list of victims. If I could only stop them, my home will be guided. But my fragile heart is always there to betray me. My heart is as wide as an open door where everyone can trespass with or without my validations. And I loathe myself for making it. I used to believe that wounds can be covered by another different mantle but I was wrong. It will only cover the bleedings but it has no ability to cure it. It took a couple months before realizing it but this time, I will surely secure my home while fixing things little by little.
And I'm hoping that someday, I could open my door not as wide as in the past. But as wide as the exact ratio of spaces to welcome the real answer for my wounded soul.
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Blue Envelopes
الشعرI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
