"The sky is vibrant as ever; the thunderclouds aren't visible anymore.
The uncertainty, the acceptance—
I stand still under this vibrant and lively sky, letting my gaze wander around.
I have been here before, I have seen it before.
I have been soaked by the rain and tamed by the wind.
The profound beauty of it all has left me in awe."

A lost kindred spirit…
Did you lose your way?
Guided by the moonlight,
Did you find your way
In the darkest midnight?

Pause—where have you been?
How have you been?
Did you find what you were looking for

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺?
𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺— 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘖𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺.

A promise is all it took,
I gave you my hand, my fate,
All yours to twist and shape,
Nothing did I ever protest.

Your warmth and relief is what I sought,
And you gave it all to me, to the point I forgot how to see.
You were there, but were you really?
All the conflict and pain you suppressed.

Was it your pain you mirrored over me?
Was it really ever me? Was it all meant for me?
I gave it all to you, just the way you would do...
Then why is it emptier now? Is this not how it's supposed to be?

Is this my worth? Is this what I sought?
Is this what I asked and sought from you?
All because I wanted you to be a please,
A relief, a sort of remedy...
The sweetness of that trust—when did it turn so sour and bitter?

We thought this is how it's supposed to be—
Emptying one another so tenderly.
I turned blind for you, letting myself drown in this.
Did I lose you, or did I lose myself?
An empty bitterness is what we're left with,
After all the sweetness of those promises.

You and I tried so desperately,
Trying to paint something that never really existed.
I followed your lead but didn’t notice the turn ahead.
Pride and ego—when did we turn so blind?

I look in the mirror to see nothing.
I gave myself to you for what I sought,
Still trying to piece together what's left.
Is this really what I sought?

Stuck in a timeless loop,
With the tidal waves of blossoms,
Yet I fear—will it all come crumbling down?
The veil of uncertainty covers my soul.

Adorned by flowers and thorns,
Acceptance is what I seek, yet I fear the truth.
Though I embrace it with the fragrance of my trust,

I'm where I'm supposed to be, yet I don't belong here.
What my soul seeks is beyond reach, above all those things.
I walk with no destination; I let the rays guide me.

The path of uncertainty I walk, as I follow the light of my soul.
I feel my breath catch in the air, mingling with the fragrance of my own trust.

Was it the beginning, or was I never even here?
The grasp of fate is tighter than ever, yet I let my soul guide me through.

A destination meant to be mine, I follow with ease.
I follow it with my heart, yet as I walk through, adorned by the beauty of existence,
I feel my soul numb, yet somehow still breathing in the trust.

A beautiful symphony, aligning with the soul,
A melody twinkling around, from the heart’s serenity.
As it dances with the winds, free as a bird,
Gently carrying whispers, to where it's heard.
Yet storms rise, shattering its flow,
Thunder twisting a melody into discord,
Drowned in echoes, a cry lost in haze,
A voice once radiant, now trapped in the maze.

Horned like a weapon, wielding destruction,
Yet with strength and resilience, weaving a garden.
The pitter-patter of words, soaking one to the core,
A light kiss to one’s being, yet a painful symphony.
A paradox in motion, fierce yet tender,
Tearing through silence, yet shaping splendor.

Oh pretty stranger walking past me,
Do you see what I show you? Or do you see above and beyond?
You are you and I am I,
You see what I show you and I see what you show me.

You have seen nights I haven't. I have seen days you haven't.
The days of joys and sorrows,
We walk different paths but not alone.
Oh, pretty stranger, I wonder, how do you do?

Did you see me differently in the days of your struggles,
Or did I see you in a different light when my days were joyous?
Did you see the person I chose to portray,
Or did you see the person you chose to see?

We're the flowers in the field.
Someday we bloom, another day we gloom.
The unique pattern in your petals, the stark yet harmonious contrast with mine.
I wonder if you've seen them too...

Oh, pretty stranger walking past me,
Did you choose to see my smile or the displeasure on my face?
I see what you show, I accept it all.
Just like I follow my melody, do you follow yours?

Push or pull?
You gave it all you got,
Revisiting, wandering, looking for something.
Breaking, twisting, making up something.
Push or pull, did you give it all away?
Push or pull, did you pull it all away?

Pulling it together, this is what you wanted,
Stained and rough, blindsided to oneself.
Pushing it away, everything you've wanted,
Broken and shattered as you ran away,
Neglecting the pieces of your work.

Bleeding and drifting is what it has caused,
Never be the one to see or hear.
Wearing the glasses of your vision,
Pushing away the colors outside the frame.

Push or pull?
You played the game, but lost yourself.
Fleeing the fire you set ablaze,
Yet blaming the ashes for burning your name.
Blind to the truth, deaf to the echoes—
Now tell me, was it worth it?

If I live or if I don’t,
Stay somewhere alive within me.
The day I take my final sleep,
Keep visiting me in my dreams.

May my warmth continue to flow through you,
Like the sun caressing your skin.
I’ll pass through the wind as you walk by—
Stop me if you wish, and I’ll stay.

Even if I say nothing,
Keep listening to me.
I’ll be there, even if you can’t see me,
Teasing you, teaching you gently,
As I watch you grow.

Even in the darkest night of your life,
Even when you hear nothing,
I’ll keep chanting my love for you.
That’s all I have to tell you—
That’s all I wish to say.