with her soft hands waiting
for another set to keep it warm,
she bonds all by herself in peace.
she relives the fire of the candle
and her thoughts illuminated
the dark room.
why must day and night
occur simultaneously?
she wonders why the moon
keeps on following the sun.
why does the blue sea
keeps on returning back
to the yellow sands?
why must summer end
in order for
fall to follow?
why can't the feeling
last for so long?
why must she experience
happiness
short-lived happiness,
and in exchange,
experience the pain
like a burning sensation
inside her throat?
and on that night
she utters to herself,
"i guess it has to be way."

she's angry and hurt
whenever she remembers
how the typhoon came to her
and destroyed almost
everything she owns
taking away the glow
and replacing it with
sad music.
she lost so much before,
almost believing this could
just be another 'storm'
nevertheless
the intensity of the woe
was the same.

and on that same night,
she puts her hands together
and her eyes look up to the
empty ceilings
"God, I just want to be happy again."