Because you make me think that growing old feels fine.
One step, you reached for my hand.
Two steps, you wiped my tears.
Three steps, you turned your back away from me.
Four heartbeats and you were gone.
Our steps didn't seem to synchronize, right?
Have you ever felt this way?
Like a raft in the ocean.
Like being alone in a crowded room.
So much chaos,
Yet so quiet.
Like a falling leaf;
Like a flower planted in a soil;
Yet, holding back.
how much you crave for happiness
mistake comfort for bliss.