Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Where Do Broken Hearts Go
It is a place where free spirits and wandering souls take refuge, like hers that once found itself in its shores almost a year ago. Wandering and free, a state she should've preserved she thought. But this dopamine-inducing utopia found its way to her mind and eventually her heart and she found herself willingly caught in its zealous trance.
She doesn't know what happened. A couple of months back she was happy and full of love, then one bad decision led to the next and here she is now, ruptured in the in-between.
Broken hearts, shattered dreams, fragmented idealism. A mess beyond repair.
Labels:
Baler,
Banaue,
Batad,
Cordillera,
Mountain,
narcissism
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