so,
I was scribbling through my diary
as every other times.
As usual, just killing time.
Outside,
The rain sounded rude
The thunder sparked cruel
I didn't like both.
And the thing about night,
its not darkness.
I was already so blinded
by daylight
with you around. for you.
And my scribbles hardly made sense too.
I just wanted to act normal.
just wanted to act I could see.
Never knowing,
was it day or night anymore.
May be , scribbles can find sense
if you could see them.
or if I could get them to you.