I sleep to escape
but even in dreams
you remind me
of what pains.

I mistook you for a home
so I made myself a comfort
only to realize
no person could be rebuilt
when he breaks down
and stumbles
nor could be run at
when rains start pouring.

Humans aren't supposed
to be called homes.

No home walks away when you
need it the most.

No home can be as cruel as them.

We rarely question
why chained doors exist
when we see one
never bothered to knock
for we know no one would open

so dearest,
why mourn for a closure
when we see it
unto someone's?

wasn't the chain
a reason to walk away
already?

Music's my greatest comfort
until one day
all songs' lyrics
remind me of you.

I used to envy spiders
for having that marvelous power
of creating homes without windows and doors.

for nothing could remind them
how painful it is
when someone leaves.

And I couldn't help
but feel amazed
by how they trap insects
and leave not a single debris.

I mistook you for a glass,
When I poured all my love
Into you

I left
and for the first time,
the pain doesn't feel
like a torture anymore.

It fact,
it even smells like rain;
pouring all at once
with sadness
yet with hopes.