Open Happiness.

It's so overwhelming and terrifying.
The mad ones are not the ones who are mad to love, they are the ones who are mad to be loved.

Sometimes...someday, one day.
Bliss. Pure Bliss.
The heart is flying, flying solo, it's open, sometimes...sometimes it's closed.

Yet, it is still overwhelming and terrifying.
What's going on? How? What? Seriously? Oh my.

Most of us are so blinded with everything that goes around us that, most of us;
forget who we were.
from where do we come from.
forget their limits.
All this materialisim makes you so blind...you cannot see, so you crave for more.

The good and the bad memories are there to remind you who you are not to hurt you or make you miss them. They've built you up. You are part of them. You are them.


xoxo Steph.