What Makes Me Human

in a world full of wolves dressed as sheep, i found myself living.

17 years. 4 years of vulnerability and pretentious resiliency. here i am, still breathing.

i didn't like the way i am. the way that i kept saying that i won't do such thing anymore then later on finding that i was still stuck in the same old one. i didn't like the way i crave for someone else's attention without realizing i was actually was. i didn't want my feelings out of nowhere (just like this). i didn't want all of these incessant undercurrents of the inner me. i didn't like the way that i don't want to risk anything and the way that i don't want to be stagnant at the same time. i didn't like the way that my eyes can only show me shallow things. i didn't like the way i sometimes feel superior then most of the times inferior. i didn't like the way that i always choose who to be with. i didn't like being sensitive. i didn't like all of these.

but these are the things that makes me human.
  things that make me fragile.
and things that are very hard to remove from your mortal system.


but these was over. these we're forgotten. these we're now just memories.


 Now that I know the Truth. Now, that I found the Way. Now, that I have the Life.