hanging on...

"the house is under renovation... and hopefully, it will become a better and more stable house... "
"think positive"
"we will bounce back!"

Coming to an End

it was like a terminal disease… you are informed that you are sick, and there’s no assurance that you’ll be cured, when all along you thought you are healthy… but days went by, medications came to prolonged your life… then when you thought everything is going well and you already feeling some hope, you’re given an ultimatum…. Will this really be the end? Or is this just one of those worst attacks, then you‘ll be revived?

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almost four years ago, I saw this house, I requested to be invited inside and they asked me to stay… i found the house very good to me; it gave me an assurance that it can protect me from the heat of the sun and winds of the storm… I really felt at home… as days and weeks went by, I started to discover the cracks of the house, and as my stay takes longer, the cracks become holes, but from time to time, cements came to cover up the holes; I was relieved, then all of a sudden, I found out that the holes have grown bigger, and I am not sure now if cements can still fix it up and bring back the security it has given me… Will this really be its end? will I just see it collapse just like that? Or is this just one of its worst days, then it will survive? “now here it comes, that hardest part of all, unchained my heart that’s holding on…”

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