Unsent Letters With Words Unsaid.

That Person.

Every sunset building up the ecstasy in me as if it's the first I've ever seen,

Stars twinkling, glistening my eyes as if they're the only ones I can ever trust,

Every photograph saved somewhere in the gallery of my phone bringing up the memories of people who no longer are the same to me,

Every diary entry I wrote in any paper piece I got screaming how far I came already from the demons of past,

All the pointed tips present in my room asking me to never let it touch my skin ever again,

Every favorites' contact in the contact list of my phone reminding that I still have people I trust,

Morning's sun rays, chirping birds, my pet dog wiggling his tail with his widened doe eyes looking right at me even when I am half sleepy, it reminds me that I exist, I still exist.

All the jokes I look over the internet and crack up in the most beautiful laughter, my eyes getting crinkled and it feels genuine, genuine to feel alive and happy even if it's over a joke.

All the dried stain of tears, imprinted somewhere on my pillow cover still leaves a message that I tried back then too, and I will still keep trying.

That pretty smile crawling over my face seeing my favorite food,

That one folder I saved full of clouds and pretty skies pictures' I clicked,

That one song I replayed on loop for an hour,

That one instrumental music I played to cry on at 3 am,

That locked note in the phone bearing all my rants at any random point of the day,

That one day where I succeeded in stopping the urge of screaming and throwing things in my room cause of this pent up frustration in me,

That journal I draw abstract sketches in,

That one hobby I still enjoy,

It all rejuvenates the energy which is lost somewhere at days,

It reminds that I exist, lost yet right here,

Fighting, thriving and trying to live this moment for which my crying self longed for a few years back,

I am That Person, and I am still here,

Holding onto things and people who remind me : It is okay to be That Person.