Not two decades yet,  
since the sun spat me into its glare,  
and already my head betrays me—  
six black locks, once fierce,  
gone,  
gone gray,  
gray as ash,  
gray as a lie,  
gray as the sigh  
of a self I can’t defy.

On the horse of vanity doth ride
Human heart adorned with pride

Pavin

Serene are the stars
that lights the past
Timeless, a love
held close to the heart

"Hey, God, why has my life been such a disaster?"

"Are you judging it by your failures or your achievements?"

i say
"i don't care"
like it's a piece of armour --
almost like if i say it
enough
itll become
true.

but my soul,
it still aches.
in the middle of the
darkness,
in the silence,
it remebers
what my mouth
tries to forget.

i don't care.
but only
out loud,
the rest of me
still cares --
in the darkness,
and in the silence.