The time we dedicate to sleep, that’s when my thoughts go deep. Thinking about things, I pry away the darkness they bring. The moon shines bright, full. I try to be happy and let other’s be fooled. Because at night is where it begins, when my thoughts become severely mean. Yet the moonlight reflects and […]Read More 75. It’s the night that rivals you.
They linger somewhere, somewhere hidden so there’s no one who cares. You try to fight back against them, but you end up looking like a mayhem. It should’ve been a blooming garden, yet it’s just dirt like all it has ever been. You still try and water the remaining, “Failure” is what you’ve been hearing. […]Read More 74. You can’t sleep that well.
The decision is imminent, living fully must be prominent. So here’s to throwing the unnecessary, even if it’s something to do so as not easy. To this, there’s the farewell, those who care will tell. The focus will be with reality, with the inspiration coming from the fantasies. Here is the dedication, unimportant details to […]Read More 73. This doesn’t matter.
This night isn’t different from the other nights, where dreams are where we travel to various sites. We fly without the wings, where we’re accepted and understood as equal human beings. However, there come times, where these dreams to others are like crimes. Wrong and unreliable, where the human standards are indiscernible. These days are […]Read More 72. You probably should chase the shooting stars.
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 […]Read More 70. We leave those metaphors.