Why does it feels like I am the villian?
When all I do is choose myself over the burning world.

Reality is tearing through the pages of my life, smearing the ink of my dreams.

This is not a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is not romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.

This is a poem;
This is an artist screaming to be heard in the abyss of life's harshest realities.

This is romantic;
This is an artist learning to to be in love with her very self.

All this years, I have been trying so hard to create a person I could love.

Little did I realize, what I was looking for has always and-
will always be within me.

I think I've learnt to love myself.
I think I'm finally free.
I think-

— c.s wondering

The tragic irony is that my ocean of world feels like a drop,
and
a drop from the world drags me under the current.

I miss you in the moonlight
And hate you in the daylight

Dear Moon,
million dreams are keeping me wide awake.