I have never met you
And yet I keep writing about you
Maybe I hope to meet you someday
Sometimes I wonder do you actually even exist?
Are people like you still out there?
People who genuinely love and care
People who don't judge
People who are quite selfless
People who are patient
People who are ready to listen
But then again when I don't possess those qualities myself..
...its wrong and hypocritical of me to expect that from someone else

It feels like something unwanted stuck in my throat,
Preventing my voice to be loud and clear,
Making my breathing difficult,
My brain keeps on telling me to cut it open,
That unwanted thing is better gone.
Once I cut it open,
Will I be freed too?

The heavens were mad,
So the clouds thickened and rained,
Tearing on the earth.

Sometimes, we lose our minds, in hopes to understand them.
Sometimes, we lose someone, as we try to do the same thing.

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

I feel it raining,
On a cloudless sunny day,
Flooding only me.