It is not the
existence of God
in which I find
myself a doubt,
but the existence
of my own in
which I find
myself without.

When was the last time you appreciate life?
The last time you just sit still,
And observe everything around you
And just collide with the world?

Do you think life is unfair?
Do you think we are worth it?
Do you think there's still hope?
Yes.
No.
Who knows?

But maybe there's still hope
Maybe there's still star amidst the dark sky
Maybe there's still sun beyond the dark clouds
Maybe there's still a flower in spite of the winter
Or maybe, just maybe, we are too stuck up to notice everything
Maybe, we're  just too busy to notice that the rain had stopped falling

Perhaps, there's still hope

Perhaps, like flowers, we will bloom
Maybe not now, but a little bit soon
Perhaps, like stars, we'll bright again
So bright that we can no longer see the end
Perhaps we'll find the light that we're longing for
I don't know when, but I know it's worth the soar.

I once asked an old man,
"What happens when people open their hearts?
Do they get hurt?"
*"No,they get better," he replied.