The people are running by me
I eye them with distaste
While the sky smiles upon them
Leaving me in the dark

"Come quick!" The clouds shout to me.
"I'll stay in the dark." I say to them.

I leave the sun to its people, and enter the shadows once again.

In the colour that I hope
I believe deeply that they will come to life
And dance around the children
Helping them bloom into themselves
Letting them see as I stare in awe


The rough shades of gray and black
Get chased away by the light
I smile in happiness and join the children that are playing
But they stopped the jump roping, the smiling, the laughter.
I sighed and turned away, but the light chased after me.
I ran away, but they still followed.

*So now I'm on a forever run.

the single idea of that perfect moment that holds that perfect person
that prosperity of the idea
where i am no longer alive, no longer dead.
the single idea of that perfect place, of the perfect me, of the perfect outfit.
how about this, world?
**That idea? It's a ******* lie.

i remember a few months back
i was lost.
i was betrayed.
i wanted to die.
i guess its the feeling of life
that keeps my chest rising and falling
that single feeling of possibility.

i remember when i wanted to die.
my sister uttered a single sentence
that changed my course.

life is hell. it's ruthless and cruel, but death is ten times harder.

did i guess
where the hell i can find a **** good soul
or something among the lines of that
or did god magically send one to me
or was it a blessing in disguise
i guess that it could be either
so go away and call me a ****** loser
or a dud or a drag because, yes.
i believe in blessings.

in the decision
of life or death
i don't know what to pick
so how about this
**** the person who asked