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We wake up
Every morning,
Not knowing
It may be
Our last
Let’s love ourselves, for tomorrow is uncertain.
I found out
a long time ago
that you hate me

I still kept you closer
Thinking that one day
You will change

It’s been a little
Over fifty years we met
I have kept this hope

On my sick bed
Dying of cancer
And I still can’t feel your love

Maybe one day; after I die
You’ll show it to my grave
My dearest wife
They hurt me
I hide the pain
Pretend everything is fine
Manage to put on a smile
Forget the awful past
And bravery walk away
It’s okay... it’s okay
But... if turns me villain
It’s also okay... also okay
Concept taken from the Blood smile scene in the Joker movie.
Sometimes
We’re not stuck
Not really
But we’re just afraid
To fail
Scared to be mocked
Fear of the unknown
Afraid to learn something new
And other times,
We’re afraid
To win
worry
not
fakers.

i
got
me.

and
i’m
proud.
I watch her.

I watch her,
as the night drapes over her window,
as the stars tangle in her hair,

I watch her,
as the chiseled imperfection
of the moon stirs her inky musings,

I watch her ,
in the uncertain glow of the dying candle,
in the torrent of tattered thoughts,

I watch her,
watching me through the silver-smeared glass,
through the pits of colourless brown,


                                      I watch her as                           
                                   ­            she slowly traces the silence,
                                                        ­           silencing the traces of him.

Future history books
will need
a hundred chapters
just for year
2020
alone
I needed to write this. When will we have enough of 2020? When will the surprises and deaths end? When I look at all the bad things that have happened in 2020, and we’re just half through, I get scared.

From COVID-19 pandemic to Kobe and Gigi’ Bryant’s death to Australia burning to earthquakes, to George Floyd’s killing to Myanmar mine landslide disaster and now Beirut’s explosion.

The videos that moved me to tears from the explosion were the father trying to save his son and the maid who ignored her own life to save her employer’s child. But there’s hope for tomorrow.

To all those who have lost their family, friends and loved ones in 2020, my condolences.
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