Sanctuary [Poetry]

01-21-2021

it happens, you know.

on some days i think i'm finally getting better and everything is ironed smooth according to what i desire and somehow, life made something so awful and it'll make me realize my pitiful hypocrisy.

i'm not fine at all—just trying to bottle up bad things, trying to confine emptiness and arrogantly ignores it. i'm just trying to brush off the demons in my head and put on a big 'i am finally okay' sign when i'm not.

i'm far away from being fine. it's a delusion to consider myself as one.

it happens, you know. it will always happen.

and now, on most days, i realized i was never fine.