I don’t know where you come from,
but when I look in the mirror,
it’s not myself anymore.
I don’t remember looking sad,
but the happiest memory I have is,
not being alive.
Perhaps there was a time I saw my reflection as the burning fire of a shooting star,
but right now,
I am not even the small piece of dust that travels through the Earth’s atmosphere.
I wish to see inside myself,
that’s the impossible.
I think there is still a spark of fire burning inside me somewhere,
but it won’t burn outside the invisible bars I have laid around myself.
Maybe one day, I could fuel the fire to burn brighter,
I have got a long way to go,
but I am ready to be the burning fire of a shooting star again.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
I don’t know where you come from,
but when I look in the mirror,
it’s not myself anymore.
I don’t remember looking sad,
but the happiest memory I have is,
not being alive.
Perhaps there was a time I saw my reflection as the burning fire of a shooting star,
but right now,
I am not even the small piece of dust that travels through the Earth’s atmosphere.
I wish to see inside myself,
that’s the impossible.
I think there is still a spark of fire burning inside me somewhere,
but it won’t burn outside the invisible bars I have laid around myself.
Maybe one day, I could fuel the fire to burn brighter,
I have got a long way to go,
but I am ready to be the burning fire of a shooting star again.