Jul 2018
She started by opening her eyes in a cold morning.
She rushed after hearing the clock ticking.
She splashed a hot water on her body while reality was kicking.
Every sunshine is filled with unsteady feeling.
She sat at the corner with her own comfort.
Silence and a taste of music playing along.
She looked at the crowd separated by each other.
Acceptance of differences were never included.
She walked at the road with dim illumination.
In a disturbing night with a lot of confusion.
And all she saw was her own shadow.
She stared at the ceiling with an empty flow.
She ended by closing her eyes with her story untold.
She rushed after hearing the clock ticking.
She splashed a hot water on her body while reality was kicking.
Every sunshine is filled with unsteady feeling.
She sat at the corner with her own comfort.
Silence and a taste of music playing along.
She looked at the crowd separated by each other.
Acceptance of differences were never included.
She walked at the road with dim illumination.
In a disturbing night with a lot of confusion.
And all she saw was her own shadow.
She stared at the ceiling with an empty flow.
She ended by closing her eyes with her story untold.
This was basically my lifestyle waking up in the morning, commuting, observing my surrounding, and going back at home late night. It's good to have a routine but sometimes It's suffocating to be just in your routine. And not exploring more in life.
