Broken glass.
Shattered dreams.
Defeated game.
Crumbling inside.
Yet you smile—
And say “I’m okay.”
Pretense.

We only see what we want to see.
We only hear what we want to hear.
We only do what we want to do.
Why?

I’m stuck
At a time I shouldn’t stop.
I’m lost
At a place I shouldn’t cross.

I watch as the night unfold its beauty:
The luminescent moon shining above
And the stars that sparkle throughout the night.
He said: “The light that you see from those stars has been emitted several years ago.”
I smiled.
I said: “I know. Just as how humanity appreciate the value of someone when they’re long gone.”
I smiled bitterly at the stars.
“I miss you.” I murmured.

We were born at the same time but in different worlds.
We walked in the same world but at different times.

As I struggle to fill my lungs with oxygen,
As I fight the burning sensation in my eyes,
I asked why—
Why’d you let go?

“Why do you write?”
Someone asked.
I smiled.
“It’s depressing when I read it.”
She continued.
And yet, I smiled again.