losing it .

Last night, my grandpa told me he no longer feels fit to be a part of this world. That feeling must have been festering in him for quite sometime for me to hear him utter such things. My world caved in, my recently-thawed heart sank. He's only 72... xx

488 texts, a bunch of calls and a few meet ups later .

What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two; melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.

 -Ernesto Che Guevara 

  

right from the start, it did not feel quite right..
my cells weren't feeling reciprocity.
maybe I liked the attention, maybe I liked him.
guess there are just some things we will never find out?
and that's the way the cookie crumbles.
I am fine, really.
That's what I think.
That's what I hope.
Life's brief candle, huh. 

xx