fog, mist
my thinking is blurry
along with a heart
that starts to weary

life has been quite an abstract
but now allow me to self-destruct

your name is a lightning bolt
that stuns me whenever I see it
and I wish that it won't anymore
but it still does
and I still see your name
and when I do
It flashes in the middle of the dark sky
as if waves of rain are about to pass by
bringing back the fool that I once was
and the memories we once had

The season has come yet again
Where tears are writing like a pen
Writing odes and ballads through pain
Making songs in line with the rain
This is a great day to marry the night
And a perfect time to be forthright
Just let all the raindrops pass by
And consider them as a mother's lullaby
Although most would find it chaotic
To some people, it is music
Need not to be in denial
For it is completely normal

Need not to awaken the sleeping beauty;
****** tears have sparked calamity already.

A rainbow shall not be awaited;
Storms are nowhere near the clock.
What good is it for a clown to weep
If the city lights have tamed the aftershock?

Would the whispers of a heart
Still be worthy of an ear
If they became the echoes
Of the past of a foreseer?

The sand knows the way home,
And the moon knows that so did I.
But tossing the hourglass again
Is the mistake I pledged to never try.

The mirror does not long for fairy tales,
But anything more than a home.

I tried chasing some fireflies,
In hopes of a good art.
I kept them inside a jar,
Shake 'em, when it's all dark.

They couldn't break the whole night,
But they could make it even better.
For a moment I just smiled;
Happiness exceeded any letter.

I made a worthy art or two,
And I wanted to make more.
But the fireflies wanted something else:
To be free, just like before.

I don't know how, but it was broken.
They have flown already too far.
And in silence I realized,
It is I, who has been inside a jar.