i'm too free to be caged
that's why they sometimes don't appreciate my presence
but my absence on the other hand,
all of them feel the impact

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