he looked like a prince
but like every other,
he was searching for a princess.

a title i was never born with,
nor bestowed upon,
and never to be seen as such.

"what's your favorite place in the world?", he asks her.

the girl stops in her tracks, unwavering but astonished. she looks back into her past.

she reminisces the dark pandemonium she had been trapped in for too long. one of narcissism, hate, and judgement. amongst it all was the light she continued to admire yet could not grasp. right now, her light is asking her that very question. she stares blankly at the boy, gaping at the thought that he asked her of such. the boy smiles.

"high school cafeteria", she replies with her eyes gleaming of nostalgia. a small crescent-like smile forms on the bottom of her face, looking down on the floor.

the boy chuckles and fleets his mind to the same memory. his face lights up and grins widely. the girl chuckles back as her heart breaks when she realizes that…

*his light was someone else

try picturing a bird in a forest.
stuck on a branch of a tree,
unable to move on its own,
unable to go forward into its journey,
unable to venture out on its own adventure.
why, you ask?
because a part of it is broken,
a part of it is holding the bird back,
a part of it made the bird unwilling to step back out on its two little feet,
a part of it thought nothing will ever change.
I pass by numerous crowds everyday
and see people being plastered with fake smiles and phony laughter.
that’s when I realized,
we all have broken wings
trying to hide the pain and sadness inside of us
because we are scared to show it,
too scared we wont dare to take a risk and fix it.
but life is full of risks, right?
a risk to get hurt,
yet a risk to be healed.
so then maybe,
the world is telling you that before you can fly,
before you can be able soar through the clouds and feel the wind brushing through your whole body,
that you need to know how it feels like after using your own legs to walk throughout a very long journey.
maybe the world wanted u to know how it feels like to get yourself wet after swimming through the oceans to reach your destination.
maybe the world wanted you to know how it feels like to get dirt underneath your fingertips after digging and crawling on the ground.
maybe the world wanted you to know better.
just because your wings are broken,
it doesn’t mean you are too.
we all have broken wings
and yes, they may hold you back..
but only if you let them
just because some parts of you are broken,
it doesn’t mean you cant overcome every obstacle the world throws at you
so when you do fly,
never be afraid to look down
watch as you let all your fears and doubts crash onto the ground.
and the once vulnerable small bird finally learned how to soar into the sky on its own.

i saw a beautiful star in the night sky.

while staring at it from a far distance
under the moonlight,
i was mesmerised by its luster,
inspired by the light it gave.

as i got closer and closer,
i fell in love with the pulchritude
of its flaming infernos.

as the distance between us slowly started diminishing,
i stood there still smiling,
thinking,
*"someday, you'll be the death of me"