In our world today, there are still things that make sense.
One day you're on the top of the world then the next thing is you will find yourself walking away from all the pains inside you. In the world where you can be alone and just sit and sip a cup of coffee and read an actual book. It's temporary but a comfort.
You said your heart is mine back then and I lose it. But the truth is, I wish it was. Your tongue speaks lies again. And I just keep quiet and told myself. How can I lose something that I don't own?
Between us there's nothing more to say. A silence is what we really need. A distance is a lot more better. Whenever we talk, there is misunderstanding. If we don't there will be confusion. and then the question will left hanging. Unanswered. Are you okay, are we okay?
The thing about love is so broad that no matter how you try to define it, still words doesn't seem to fit.
Guard your heart well. You may never know when someone would stick their knife through it. You can always stitch it back but you'll have to teach yourself to love and live with a scar.
Love may not work out for me but at least for the others. I think I can live with that.
When I was young never thought I would be this aesthete. But when I grew older I realized that only in my works and poems I could utter what my heart is longing to unfold.
An open book. That's how I am living my life.
Stay still. At the very end of the day there will always be a sure tomorrow.