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323 · Oct 2019
Leaving
ae Oct 2019
let the vast seas be
    where our heavy hearts could
    wonder
because the distance between us
    are never empty spaces;
think of it as wider plains to grow,
    a place for stronger souls

not mind the waves that crash onto us
    for we will be looking at the same
    sky
nor the clocks that tick at different
    times
    for we will be meeting half way
    through
300 · Dec 2019
Habits
ae Dec 2019
i was so used to people leaving
that it occurred to me like a habit
–a daily routine, a little less off my to do list

it was always bound to happen
like a messy bed after a night's sleep
then I will open my eyes
when the clock ticks at eight

i was used to people leaving
that i leave the front door open
and keep it unlocked as a habit
so ill have little less people to keep
just a prompt in progress.
250 · Jan 2020
Fireworks
ae Jan 2020
The firecrackers exploded in the night sky,
light slipped through every twinkling star
dancing among those sparkling lights
as if the moon was not enough;

Every outburst tainted the darkness of the nightfall,
turned its tranquillity into mayhem
of aesthetics and beauty,
shifting the horizon into an abstract portrait.

Everything was perfect.
Everything was beautiful.
It would be a great year ahead indeed.
Looking back at the past year, the place I am in now is much better than ever. I couldn't even put into words how it changed me and everything around me; how it was a year of growth and freedom. It might have been rough, but hey, here we are on another year.

Cheers to us who have braved every day's struggles and defeats. May we become stronger and better versions of ourselves this year.

Happy 2020 to all of us!
115 · Dec 2019
2:17 AM
ae Dec 2019
midnight.
the room is enveloped with darkness
and all i can hear
is the thumping of my heart;
it was quiet yet these eyes won't fall into a deep slumber,
these voices are deafening;
it was silent yet i was not in peace
in a cave where all of my thoughts are kept,
it echoes: why do I have to deal with these feelings?
Releasing.

— The End —