If only it is meant to happen

No persuasion will bring a hindrance.


Pain is subjective, sorrows are possessed

Light aches my eyes, in the dark I am depressed


Insomnia bothers me, maybe I should curse it.

I should not swallow the bitter, maybe just spit.



It wasn’t a matter of months, but my wishes took so long

Thoughts beyond west of the west but emotions don’t go so long


In spite of respite, desolate notions are still popping

Worst is to happen, nothing is for stopping.