I am not a worthless piece of art.
I am God's Masterpiece.

Even for myself I run out of time even for myself
No time for you, where do I find time for you

What happened to our friendship,
Was it a sunken ship?
It is still a mystery.

Normal as appearance would look.
Insane as inside could look.

I am your work of art.
Your masterpiece.

I declare I’m a masterpiece.
If you say so, so it will be.
Only your truth matters.
PTL.

I can be your white-haired flower.
If you would be my age-old ***.
We will be together under the name of our Gardener's care.

Once this is written
It will be gone

Every other things
All on earth
Be gone

Tell me, what should I do
To the things be gone

What then should I touch?
As they all vanished, when I touched

Nothing to hold, nothing belong

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Always summer here
Heater broke down

Day and night,
Bitting air put the warmth out

Cold feet every morning

A year and counting
Tormenting early bright

Dreadful laving

Violet palms, skinny body
Unknown curse

I kept thinking that was me
But that wasn’t me
That wasn’t me
Who was I then
If that wasn’t me

I couldn’t comprehend
I couldn’t come to terms

It felt so real, all the thoughts
All the imagination, it felt like me

But it wasn’t me

You can't go anywhere else in this world

You need to be a dreamer who walks in reality

To know that dreaming alone

Won't walk you in reality

What you need is to

Walk your dream along

And falls in eternity, to know that going around

In life, is nothing about easy or difficult

Its about the process of every minimal details

Remember the suffering you will face

And remember the strength

You will be given to face the suffering

Who knows, you will be able to experience

Blessings in suffering

And find your joy in the process of living

And finally it is to realize "life is about knowing what to suffer for"

Also, dreamers don't stop dreaming, reality is about doing

Do what you dream and dream what you do
This is reality

shouldn’t be looking at your soul
right open in the depths of my eyes
lights shone between us
creating path to meet
from where we are

we are not destined
but you open your
eyes wide
looking for connection
right where the light leads
in this path

(off this light and end this sight)

One glance and you can see my dreams arranged admirably on my bookshelf in such a way that it looks like it's only for display. As of now.

As of now, a collector of dreams.
Some people say, never to tell your dreams...
As of now, I'm tired of dreaming.
Some people say, you will never wake up from your tired dreams...
As of now, dream on

Her favourite flowers, frozen in time.
Crying blooms fill the air—
a field of wildflowers and grasses.
Above, the golden sun sets in.

She runs barefoot off the path,
mischief and dirt on her knees,
dancing in the most unlikely places.

The Gardener tends to the soil.
He watches over the field,
smiling—
He is not afraid of her mess.

As she chases butterflies,
breeze in her braided hair,
sunlight softly guiding her steps.

We don't think about sleep.
We don't think about time.
We think about goal.

We are not machine.
We sleep with achievement.

are we suppose to be strangers now,
are we suppose to pretend
we don't know, when we see each other on the streets?

are we suppose to be strangers now,
because we're not even friends thru social media

are we suppose to keep this distance, away forever
keep our smiles to the other people

are we suppose to keep away these thoughts
that we were once so close together
but we've grown so old and cold apart

are we suppose to be strangers now
because it seems to me, you want to leave your past behind

you're the one who came into my life
now you want to leave me out of your life
*how could you be so nice to me?

I'm thinking...

I want to ask...
Are you alright?

(I am concern)

You are weak but you fight.
You are strong.

You are strong because you fight your weakness.

You are strong because you will fight again even when you are weak.

You will fight.
You are strong.

You don't have to.
Stop.

Your value is not
In your work,
In your past,
In your finance,
In your relationship.

You don't have to earn anything,
Your being is your value.

You are loved without
any works of your own.

Those loverlike they ran away.
Such is a foul play of fondness.
Such is a psychological rebellious.
Such is a complicatarded relationshit.

No one is to young to start
keeping their Soul alive
be kept living from a lie
It is endless and it leads to destruction

"Let the world keep you and lose your soul"

You choose, you are made to have a choice of your own, a freedom to choose.

You have already been through it for yourself
but i have not

you are already there
but i am not

And i cannot bare to see that you're where you are
and i am still here walking on an unexpected journey

And it will be different
what is yours
will not be mine

Even though if our path may collide...

Nevertheless, I'll be here listening to your myths and tales
my ears are all attentive to yours truly

Don't be lost, you're a Star.
One as bright as the other countless bits.
You belong to be free– afloat.

You're a Star.
You're bright!

You are loved,
By this Universe whom created you.

Be confident especially in the darker nights,
You're fine.

Don't be lost, you're a Star,
Everywhere you could go.

Don't be afraid, you're a Star,
You'll fall but you'll float.

Take courage, you're a Star,
This Universe is with you.