The Crystal Cup

As the tittle states, I hate promises. I'm not saying that everyone is the cause of this, its just a part of me in the past that I cannot forget. It is also the kind of thing that I keep looking forward to and its still mere words.

My typing sucks this morning so I'll make this short.

I actually don't have much to expand on this, just the thought of it. I think that when a promise is done it should be carried out. At least to the most possible human way. I do not mean to say that its a forced action, but if a promise is made, it was for something.

But either way, they break. They are the most dangerous situation and they can ruin relationships. I try not to promise things. I think that in my imperfection I will as well break them and honestly its like not only did I hurt myself, I hurt the involved.

I think of them like a crystal cup. A precious little cup, so delicate that a simple blow could crack it. It has to be treated with the most careful gentleness. Nothing, not one single thing can touch it, just the carrier. And still no matter what, promises can't be eternal. Nothing in this life is forever, except imagination. That has no limits.

I have many matters to attend so this is just about it. I hate promises because they break.