Don't you need more and more caffeine
after a cold sleepless night
where you ***** a glimpse of stars next morning

It's just that I stare at the red curtain too much
I mistaken it as a human
and begin to think that breathing through its fibers
is a form of socialization too

Sun, you come to me
and say I cannot be sprout
You do not shine
for me

It's the worst when you don't know
why you start to feel like crying in front of some strangers
and suddenly begin to cry after you spent a long long time not thinking
of tears at all
It's okay, I am okay
I am sorry that I cry
It's nothing, not anyone's fault,
please just put the blame on my tear glands

I wonder if I would survive at all
They say a lot, "be strong"
And I know that does mean
that I am weak