I stopped.
A red light gave me the signal to stop.
The light used to be bright green.
Then some seemingly trivial stuff made it red.
Those little things did matter to me.
Yet you treated them differently.
Now, I am unsure if I want to move forward.
The future seems bleak.
I am also very doubtful to step back.
I have had enough of that.
What I am certain is…
I stopped.
3 comments:
dont worry.
we'll cross the street together.
@the geek: hehehe :)
Thanks kuya! :)
red means go, right joaqui?
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