Wonder In Chaos

"Venom"

Own ways, own lives,
own troubles,
own compensations,
own people.
How lucky indeed.
They get to see such presence.
Reality.

How about,
the unexplainable
that screams irrelevance?
Not even taking a peek on it.
Somehow,
chest squeezing,
at the same time,
a sting, overwhelming,
weird feeling in the stomach,
getting affected
by the so called space
that isn't considered as actuality.
Maybe just a little bit.
But still, barely.

Or is it just me?

How am I supposed to treat
the way such things should be treated
when all I could muster
is something clear
yet foolish at the same time?
Maybe,
words with "over"
at the beginning of it.
Overthink, overdo,
overlove.

I'm alright if you're alright.
I'm okay if you're okay.

Fireflies,
fleeting sources of light,
giving chances
to what deserves to be seen.
Or maybe,
a moment of sacrifices
to let something shine
in the cold, dark, and vicious of a night,
despite knowing
the brighter illumination behind it.
Dependence.

All for the moon.

Own ways, own lives,
I know.
Still, not close
to what should be focused on.
Despite
being damned if you do,
damned if you don't,
that's what it is.

Nowhere near the state of melancholia,
trying to wake up, ambitionless.
Don't ever cry for help.
I won't come back.
Look,
you're drowning.
I know.
But please, I should breathe,
hollering for help.
I can't get hurt again.
I shouldn't get hurt again.
I'm better off all by myself.

What about me?