I'm scared that I would never be found .... always lost and tucked away in a corner where no one would bother to check......fading away slowly .. leaving my little sighs behind. But honestly,  I am terrified of the mere thought of being found. I don't want to show the broken mess that is me .... I don't want to acknowledge that I am weak and want to be found .... but somehow ... my heart yearns ... and I keep on waiting ......


I was working night shift a few days back and it was raining outside .... around 2  am I wrapped up my work for a brief moment looked outside the window before I head home ...... I didn't see the rain or the moon that was peeking from the clouds (maybe I'm just tired of looking at the obvious ...) ....


instead I looked at all those wonderful neon city lights and ... for a brief moment .... I felt that I was one of those millions of city lights .... a tiny little luminous piece waiting to make  ends meet .... buried  and forgotten within the bustling noise of life .... blinking on for just ......

a brief second in time .......