The first page of a new anthology
I hear the sound of my favorite words
Like art, music and photography.
I see the footprints of my past and thoughts.
Feeling of excitement from my fingertips
The words of understanding from my bare lips.
I can'...
Cry until you're out of tears, Scream until you're out of words. Let there be no fears. Within you, let it all out.
It's okay to hate yourself. It's okay to cry out loud. Or silently sniffle, just suit yourself. With your head stuck into the dark cloud.
Pain stays, pain hurts. Pain stains, with eyes bloodshot. Pain is inevitable, pain is easy. The feel is undeniable, the world starts getting tease-y.
Even if the world is wide and home is home. You can still feel so lost yet, be at home. Family, Friends... How much those words resemble just like the people in it. When it comes to your own end, They might not really be the comfort you need.
Yet, life goes on as tears storms your head. As you cuddle your pillow, you hug you bed. Life goes on in this mystery in you. Life goes on till you leave too.
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