Under elevated shrubs.

I have no desire to talk, or listen. For just a couple of days, I cease to remain interested in the things that would have normally made me enthusiastic. I cringe at the thought of sharing my latest heartache to the people who know me a lot. I'm afraid I will break down.

But being messaged that I have a possibility of getting a job thrills me more than what I appear to be. I will try to live frugally and honestly, never hurt anyone, not start another relationship that will cause someone's heart to break.

We all just needed some break time.

One person told me, we should smile at the endless possibilities of the future. And I do understood what he meant, for it was all that I'd have to have when the war time comes for all the lonely people.