Friday, 6 March 2015


That child is fragile. I realise that now.
No matter how much of scolding or pushing, you can't make glass stronger. You can't reinforced something that has already been molded and made.

He needs me much more than I need him. We both know that.
But will I be as cruel as to let a flightless bird jump out the nest for my best interest?

The clock is ticking, minds are running, arguments fly.
While I stand with my armour on, I see the boy with emotional wounds he struggles to patches everyday. I do admire him though, after so much he is still going at it. He must have one heck of a motivational drive for him to get out of bed every morning.

Time will tell what happens next.
I made my move, his turn now to move his piece.