at 12 and 37
you stumble through
a picture,
a picture of grief,
pain, sorrow, and death
at the same hour
they bumped into:
piles of joy, screams,
wild heart,
perfect timings
how are things possible?
in the blink of an eye,
it's there and then,
it's gone
you are broken,
you are healed,
you are relieved,
and you should be lucky.
i wrote this at exactly 12:37 PM inside our classroom. I grabbed a face/****** tissue in my bag because I haven't brought any paper with me. That was after our pilgrimage. I was so tired and stressed for the final exams the following week. I should be lucky despite being tired.