A mess of things.
That's what they were
are
have been
since the world had become
aware of her sad existence:
A bleak tale of little misfortune
and unimaginable distress.
The powerful sources of melancholy
have claimed another victimless victim!
For you see, she is not a hot mess,
she is a glorious problem.

And a hideous waste of everything beautiful.

I made a haiku
About the beauty of us
But i forgot it.

My urges took a toll on me,
when I seek to smell new air
just wanting to be free,
without doubts and care.
hoping to turn the tide,
on what our future can bear,
Please understand,
that it's never a bad note to surrender,
and lay our guards low
and just be better.
and I'm thankful on all the learning moments,
Nothing but charged to experiences,
I've focused and pondered on,
where we can see the modest light,
as we can sharpen the knife this time.
Invest on good foundations,
No more hiding game,
we can be better.
and there are some things,
that cannot stay forever,
some things,
just like us, being together.

I'm just a SIMPLE GUY
living in a SIMPLE WORLD
who loves SIMPLE THINGS,
EXTRAORDINARY as well.