After storms and hurricane.
After emotions were beaten up by waves of rage.
After few calculations that is being said near to impossible
to reach a definitive answer,
we were left with nothing more to bring to light.

Despite the vast emptiness of space,
of blurry images,
some things are meant to be neatly kept.

That is, the honor of us.
The ties upon the feeling of us being friends, family,
maybe even more.

For the remembrance of occasions we created along the way,
piece by piece of it, will I keep
and will not be ceased
nevertheless the lacks.

After all, to be a fool is to regret
the failed maneuvres that we accidentally picked up
across the destinations.

For the flowers that are deemed to wilt
will be long-lost forgotten
after the new one has bloom.

As life revolves, some things are accidentally left behind. One thing that will always be the agonizing part of life; flashbacks.

Life spins way too fast. If human were to pick up where they left behind, they are adjudged to be lost all along the way. It is acceptable that some things are better to remain the way it is.

But, this is not it.

This blissful pain, this constant twinge, this abrupt strain.

They remarkably said,
“Find the comfort in one’s belief”.
An aid it is but a recovery,
Or a pleasure in one.

Tell the whole world that you are in the
room of rapture.
Of glee.
Of delectation.
But how distant can the reach of words be heard?

Now that the frontiers are all set,
dividing the esplanade.
As you feel unbalanced,
you count a step back,
to concede each and every stones
that lies in within the pathway.

And you started to assemble a resolution.

Suffocated by pools of exhaustion,
You go back to remain alive in the image of
broken mirrors.

Slowly, then all at once,
You lose it all.