70. We leave those metaphors.

I used to write about the stars, and people forget about the scars. Because with dreams we feel secure, and escaping seemed like the cure. I was speaking about the sun, to hide the truth of the waning fun. I think the past was about hiding, hiding the pains which until now sting. When everybody […]

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68. Yes, sometimes it stings.

I don’t even know why, but there are times I want to cry. Maybe because the world wants me to be directed, to a place they all (except me) wanted. Ever since the younger days, to the standard I don’t usually stay. I get to like things others do not, until I grew older and […]

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67. You loosen your hold.

Before or after going to bed, it doesn’t matter. with all the thoughts, it’s getting heavier. Along with time, I take on a strong hold on things. becoming wary that I may have been tightly clinging. Mentally, I’m told to loosen up. yet it’s hard and insomnia can’t be popped. Indeed, one or two pulls […]

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