there's always those small little things
that makes me remember
how i am you
and you are me

God ended it beautifully.

it’s still dark
i’m still crawling in the dark
friends come to give me lamp sometimes
books provide solitude when i need to rest
or when i need to forget the darkness
this specific type of darkness that i have not yet used to
but maybe soon
until that tidbit of true light comes
i’ll just have to wait
until i can see the end of this tunnel

i wasn’t aware
that a hollow figure
can still produce a genuine smiling face

before, i don't have people to hold on to whenever i struggle with something
now, i have them
and i won't trade them for the world

there’s nothing a “sorry” can change
if it’s just a mere word

i love how people with the same light
doesn't go blind with someone's light
like they love it more
and i wanna be surrounded by those kinds of people
all throughout my life