You whispered

And the Stars came into existence

It's beautiful

A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out

they say, too much of anything is bad for you.

so when i realized i have been sad for too much and it slowly destroyed me,
i picked up my guitar, belted out every song i knew.


because, too much of anything is bad for me, right?
too much emotions is bad for me.


they say, get a healthy coping mechanism.


so i did
when i realized i have been sad for too much and it slowly destroyed me,
i picked up my guitar, belted out every song i knew.


because too much of anything is bad for me, right?
too much guitar developed calluses on my fingertips.


now that, should be a warning enough.


they say, too much of anything is bad for you


so when i realized i have been sad for too much and it slowly destroyed me,
i picked up my guitar, belted out every song that i knew.


but i forgot that too much of anything is bad for me.

until i finally realized,
all the songs lost its meaning,
and all there is to feel,
is my sadness.


but you know what they say, too much of anything is bad for you
but this time, i can not prevent it

so when i realized i have been sad for too much and it slowly destroyed me,
i surrendered