IDLE
You were angry,
you wanted me to stop,
you wanted me to be sane,
But I was ferociously insane
But yet so fearful deep inside my brain,
I tried to fit myself in a cubicle as small as I can;
I was an extension of you,
You were trying to search me,
But I'm all in vain.
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PoetryReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
