Still green, don't waste your youth

As much as I love my life, it seems to resemble a nutshell. From what I have witness, nothing ever seems to change by itself. If you never make an attempt to break out, you never will.

Sometimes you just want to move on. Make that change. Direct your life rather than tag along. Allow life a chance to unfold into a different path. Something so green is not made for a mould. Something so green is wasted on a mould. Not necessary for a fresh start, more or less a search for the edge of god’s creation.

I want to start life somewhere else. Ever wondered what a rebirth would be like, while keeping the past?

It's breaking my heart, and it may never mend

When the vase dropped, the ceramic cracked. That was the end of the story. It went on no more. When I dropped out of his life, my heart kept on breaking without a stop. I’ve tried to deny it, but how do you make the past disappear? I’ve tried to accept it, it only made it worse. Waking up each morning only to find out it's another day.

Is it fate, is this how the story is meant to end?