I hope I can easily wash away my sins just as how the flowing water from the faucet does with the dirty dishes on the sink. It was a curse to be a human and to underestimate our capability to cross our boundaries when we know too well we seldomly say no to temptations in life. I was a cursed and a forsaken sinner. And I will forever be like that regardless of how many times I get baptized by holy waters.
I tried living life by following the commandments and sticking to the rules of the state and the rules that He made. But even David sinned, and the Israelites worshipped a golden statue they made. Who am I to escape this torment when I was just an ordinary human who never threw a rock on a giant's head?
They say love is a blessing, but it does not feel like I have been blessed. Am I an exception to this magnificent experience that everyone seemingly felt obsessed with? In broad daylight, I suppressed the pain with a mask I barely removed – a curve on two corners of this lip was more than enough for people to assume I am fine. At nighttime, I struggle to keep my monsters hidden in the dark because I don't wish to suffer the same misery time after time as if it is the only thing I have known.
Love to me was hopeless. Perhaps love thinks I was wretched as well. Maybe love is under the impression that I would never have the chance to understand it. Love to me was always grief disguised as him.
He was a sin, and the bells of danger ring loudly in my head whenever I am near him.
But love... it was such a mischievous feeling that turned me into a rouge.
Lovemakes me wait for my turn to finally cling to him, even if it means I have toget stabbed by knives and daggers or do it the other way.
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The Brain is Never at Rest
PoetryHi. This is a collection of the pieces I wrote for the past years. If some of these sounded or looked familiar, it's because I've posted them in another account I used to go by. Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I hope you'll have a fu...
