I just want to be able to live.

To wake up to the sun,
shined in between my windows.

To feel the wind touching my,
easily scarred skin.

To stand in between,
all these tall trees.

To stare at the sunset,
and how the sky's blue fades.

To watch the stars come out,
along with the moon by their side.

And to thought of how lucky I am,
to exist and witness.

God's ethereal painting,
and remarkable piece of art.

I am so lucky to be a human.
I am so lucky to be drawn on His beautiful canvas.

It's beautiful,
the sun rising.
It's beautiful,
the sun setting.
For how it coloured the sky,
into a combination,
of rose quartz and serenity.
For every time,
the colour changed.
It's beautiful,
how I thought of them.
For every time,
I stare at the pantone sky,
and paint colour in my eyes,
ㅡ I know, they felt the same.

These days, it felt
the same.
As if I was living
a day that keeps me
farther and farther away
from the sun.
It's gloomy,
it's all dark.
When I thought I was living the night,
I keep my eyes shut.
Today, it's raining again.
An arduous day,
never-ending thoughts.
Tomorrow is yet to come,
but tomorrow is not for me.
It came to me
like the sound of the rain,
stopping.
Fades away,
and all at once.

ㅡAnd for all these days that rained the same,
I hope it won't stop.

I found someone,
I fall for them,
I broke my heart,
and I heal.