I thought it wasn't right to chase the moon so i stopped.
I looked at the stars and tried to be contented with their light...
but then i remembered that someday those stars will turn into a dust. I was too late to realize that
You already turned into a dust before I go back and chase the moon like how i used to.

it hurts to be here without you
but it hurts more to know
that you’re okay there
without me

The hour hand, the minute hand, the second hand
All move in unison
Forming the ultimate
18:00
It is time
I whisper "Happy Birthday" to myself
18
After all these years
I have finally gained enough courage
To cut my arm with the blade
Vertically
Leaving no words
no memories
no stories
Behind
Just warm blood, yet to turn cold
With my corpse
Already dressed black
For the funeral


-FreeMind