Gloriously Losing

It was hard to admit. But I lost it. (Again). This time, triumphantly though. I coped much better, and I thought I would rise above vulnerability. A dreadful thing that is. Constantly putting its heels and squirmed me to the ground.

The turmoil of feelings kept me alive. I whispered and held your hand and slightly wish the sun stays longer, like in the summer. The sun stayed alright, but the hold slightly disappear to the infinity.

You shrugged, I stare - for a second, because if it were more I'd lose myself. I shrugged and ignore. 

Ignoring is easier said than done. But once you master it, you'll be a part of the ignorants. 

I'd rather die than become one.