Understanding the world is out of bound.
So try to know yourself to be found.

Lately, I have been reminiscing a lot.
Of all the lame fights we fought.
Arguing for hours in a loop,
Never let it go.
I guess, we both had too much ego.
Or maybe we weren't right for each other.
Maybe we weren't meant to last forever.
But I still do think of you sometimes.
Whenever I look at that picture of you and mine.

It's strange
How we went
From talking forever,
To rarer,
To never.

Sometimes, it feels like we are living in a simulation.
A simulation designed to ultimately doom all of us.

In the hope of better days.
Sometimes everyone chooses some dark ways.
It doesn’t mean you’re bad per se.

Sometimes, some lies are worth living for.