The everyday was a reminder of death,
a cemetery on hopes.
Bodies drowning in eagerness during the day,
motioning with no wills at all.
Life limited to a single street under rainy nights,
darkness with a tight grip, against a dim light
...I could spend all my time matching analogies together
explaining how my entire life was changed,
by a complete stranger.
How did he appear in my life?
I can't evoke it.
My guard wasn't conceded of time,
He broke it.
All I remember is his light
striking like a comet.
Made me open my eyes
and all of those dead hopes
raised to the sky.
He gave me sunny days
and starry nights,
so I no longer concern
about a dim light.