beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies

Walking back to home From the gigantic architecture I've found I'm not who I thought I was People around seemed to be growing fast— faster than a rocket fighting the pull of gravity Their faces changed; More often, it's now harder to recognise Their bones grew longer And those little hearts before, they're being unstoppable Their smiles, they're mostly gone For life never had a second thought When it decided to rip them hearts apart And there I found myself Never been included in a pack I am in a society where talking to oneself is unacceptable I've seen it From my peripheral view— Most people are manipulated to be like the other Yet, they're judging people because they're like them Ironic. I'm out of this. Fine by me.

When I was a young girl, an old woman asked me what's my dream or what do I want to become. I told her, "I want to be a doctor". She smiled, then pat my hair and told me to "make it happen". In that moment, I know I was accepted because of my dream—the thing I want to live for my entire life. The dream that I want to spent my entire earth hours with. But growing up, I know there's something wrong. I started asking myself, "Did I just get accepted because of the illusion in my head?", "Will they still love me if I'm undecided?" "Will they treat me like this if I happen to say I didn't have a dream?". Those questions haunt me. Then, I felt a sudden jolt in my jaws, and in my cold whisper, I've heard myself telling me, "They want you to be like them and they're using you to spread the same stupidity". The whole concept of dream, as what was being told to us, was flawed. No, fucking your life over a job i...

2018/06/02 07:10 Every second, err...every millisecond It's just you that I'm thinking of It's been three days since our last conversation And I swear, I tried to hate you— But it just left me dumbfounded With the idea of you and me—us With you wanting to stay.

2018/06/02 02:01am An hour before 3:00 The time when you mostly ask me: "Why are you still awake?" The same time you ended it all with: "So I don't care about your pleas" I have tried to forget; I attempted to live by myself Been homeless inside for years Thought I found a safe haven knowing I'm part of your ribs But you can't accept the fact So you don't even try to hesitate to look back for the second time. After all, you've found me a mess So it's pretty known, I have once been a mess, and will always be a mess Till you pick me up again And bathe me with your company. That time , I suppose, will come In a Neverland, where that won't happen For we're all gonna die, anyway And this love too. Maybe next dimension will be our right rendezvous.