Floating

Sometimes, I feel that I'm floating...

... anchor-less and adrift all by myself...

... in a great big world.

And I would start thinking...

... where am I headed now without you...

... in this great big world.

Or I could begin reminiscing...

... the good old days with you by my side...

... in our great big world.

But I should stop fantasizing...

... about hugging you once more, leaving you...

... to your own big world.

So I do stop dreaming...

... of what could have been, leaving us each...

... with our own big world

Courage

There are some people in my life that I could never understand.

They can give up everything, uproot their lives and move to where they think happiness is waiting for them.

And they can do it twice.

And even when it doesn't work out, they never give up hope, and strikes up a relationship with someone who lives half a world away.

Eventually they find happiness half a world away and I'm happy for them.

I never understood where they find the courage to do what they did. I can barely muster enough courage to tell someone that I like them. (And failing miserably at that.)

I hate how my heart wavers and begins to fall so easily at times.
I hate how you seem to be the one for me, yet there's something holding me back.
I hate how much of a coward I am.

I am so afraid of getting hurt, I am so afraid of taking the next step, I just want to retreat back into the comfort of the past.
But I guess that's no longer possible, the only thing to do is to face forward and march on.