life is so ironic

i thought you are going to be the person
who will make me realize why everything else did not work out
i guess i read everything wrong
as you are also like everyone else

the world is funny recently

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