tacos

I woke up one day, and I realised someone took my cheese tacos.

Change is inevitable. But it's tough to face it. It's tough even admitting it. I prefer to cling on to the things which are familiar. It feels safe... just right... like home. I guess I just don't like changes. I am afraid to look it in the eye. It just never works out... well not for me at least.

I hope things are back to normal to save my heart...

Yet I am willing for some tacos.