I don’t think I will survive
I don’t think I am able to be strong for myself
I don’t think my mind would tolerate another hurricane
I don’t think my heart could work under my consciousness
If I think about this life maybe I don’t feel anymore
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
What if she listened to me?
What if she took everything seriously?
What if she knew I would be a mess without her?
What if she wasn’t selfish?
What if she could be saved?
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
It’s hard to see this world when you don’t want to see anything in it.
The only thing you want is to make this world less scary.
But this world will never give you the second chance to make everything right.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
It’s fun to do whatever I like, to feel whatever I want to feel, but there are days I have this longing feeling of certain emotion, I can’t tell what it is, but it’s closed, locked, and no one, not even me, could find the key.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
Commitment.
Who says it’s going to be easy?
It’s not, and never be easy.
When you commit to someone, that means the world is not about you anymore. You’re no longer the main character. There will be him.
When you commit to someone, you don’t wake up to scroll Instagram, you will have someone to be updated.
When you commit to someone, you will arrange your schedules, there will be no time for you to be selfish for yourself, you will share what you have with him.
When you commit to someone, you will try hard to connect with him, and that means you need to adjust things, and maybe you lose yourself in it.
When you commit to someone, you will not jog by yourself, maybe he will accompany you or busy in your kitchen, making you a breakfast.
When you commit to someone, you will feel love, but you need to return the same amount of love to him, or even bigger.
And that hurts.
That’s not an easy job.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 1:33 PM UTC
It’s a confession
I don’t know single thing about you
But I think of you in every minutes
When will the universe decide to make our fate?
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
I talk to the world
May they hear my heart
I cry out my protests
May they know my problems
My words. Where are they?
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
I probably like you today
But I never know what’s the future will hold
I probably love you tomorrow
But the past is always lingering
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
The world is trying to dim your lights
But you have the candles.
The world is trying to pull you to face the brink.
But you survive.
The world is trying to trigger you to do things you wish never happen.
But you manage to run.
The world is trying to dry out your tears.
But your eyes never listen.
The world is trying to take your worth.
But you know how to pay back.
You are the world.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
She is the worm.
The only worm who doesn't want to be a butterfly.
"Is it really needed?"
Why would she be a butterfly.
When she knows she was once a worm.
Why, why do people change?
When others know their origin.
She is not shy to be what she is.
She deemed that God is unfair.
Worm is also beautiful.
It needs to stay as it is.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC