my lonely star won't stop guiding me as if he knows me.
as the moon staring at the sea watching the waves,
and as the sun is setting,
i'm just here...
breathing as the wind taking my breath under the still and clear purple night sky.
i know they all be saying that i'll be fine and it's okay to feel blue sometimes and i somehow agree, but it's just— being like this every single day is too much...
so before i go, i decided to pour all of these heavy feelings i have inside into the sea and start walking home like nothing happened.
another feelings to collect
and tomorrow,
another feelings to pour.
that's just life, i guess.
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My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
