A girl I met was very lovely,
The way she dressed is like a midst of the galaxy.
Her eyes shines to me so perfectly,
But we didn’t know she hides her true personality.

Suddenly, she talked to me anonymously,
She asked me If I want to be her friend temporarily,
So I answered her a yes directly,
we talk comfortably, she believes to me proudly.

Suddenly, moment passed and she told me about her anxiety,
I was so shocked and I don’t know how to react normally,
Despite of her ability, to act ambiguity
I was so impressed of her avidity
She thinks without problem and lives gracefully.

That girl became part of my life shortly,
But, I was so thankful to God I met her like destiny,
Despite of her story and beyond belief history,
I really idolized her for not giving up so easily.

I take a lot of
online personality quizzes
and hope that
they know more
about me
than I do

Unwell. Or am I?
Who's to say the past is done,
When I clean puncture wounds,
Dawn to dusk, of detritus?

Unwell. Or am I?
Who's confused and who's knowing?

Unwell. Or am I?

Merging verses, moving tiles.
Twisted memories play pretty.
Every tangent plays at once.

Who moves when I move?
Convergence hurts us all.