I am at this point where
I have already built
an indestructible wall around myself,
where nothing can break in,
nor is anyone welcome to come in.
Every single day
is mostly the same;
I get by
doing what I have to do,
and meet new people
whom I can hardly recall
since all they did
was to come and go.
Everything became a blur
of happenings and faces
all of which I can barely
differentiate from one after another.
It was at this that I am good at,
living life in my own terms,
without leaving a space
for anyone to stay.
This solace became too comfortable to exist in,
away from the chaos
of wishful thinkings
and of heartbreaks' tears.
Here, now,
I am already at peace.
But them comes the twist,
the unexpected made its way in
and suddenly,
every single day
becomes a constant battle
between happiness and reality.
And no matter how hard I try
to convince myself
that it probably is just
a make believe,
what can I do?
The butterflies
are already here.