21/F/Philadelphia, PA Hi I'm Diane. I am a believer in God. I love to write on what's on my mind. I like to take my readers into this atmosphere full of constellations within my journey. I really wanted my readers to feel like they really know who I really am in this process. 3 followers / 799 words
Sight and sound when no one is around. No one to call and nowhere to be found. No one will wonder even if it starts to thunder. If I cried, people might think I’ve already have died.
Yet, I’ve waited and couldn’t see a single eye.
When stress arises, people such as families and even close friends have thought I was just depressed. If I even ask for a rest, there wasn’t even enough air in my own chest. Where was the people I’ve knew, who cared for me because even if it scares me. People knew it’ll feared me if I told them not to stare at me.
The loud sirens may laughed at me.
But, because the screams of those sounds knowing when in sight came with a huge silent freight.
They said that nightmares are not real. But, what If I say that wasn’t the actual truth of this unseen ideal. If I wrote to you stating mine was the act of reliving of the unspoken, but be still. Words from my lips is now unsealed of this sense of surreal.
Dreaming once, twice, but three times of my soul bursting into flames. Yet, I soon to be known this was the curse of dealing with these games.
Dreaming once, twice, but three times of the fear of uncontentment from past days. Where I thought that the happiest moments were not a part of presence where I could just stayed awake and wouldn’t have to feel this way.
Dreaming once, twice, but three times of discouragement from my families and burdens, yet it felt like it’ll never been okay even if I say it my time to own it my way and take care of my heart always.
Dreaming that felt like once, twice, but three times have feel like my days are over...But, as soon that I am awake. It’s more if I’m okay now? When I take my bow on that stage of fears, I can now say it life with tears or life with too little cares.
As I wish on those stars, I wish and I wish for the stories that can’t seems to be near or even close to hear because without it here it nothing but mere of a dream that can’t face the where.