BROKEN MASTERPIECES
That place is an almost paradise where I usually write my untold feelings for you
A very special place that was imaginary created for my thoughts about you
Those empty bottles that resembles my heart whenever I am feeling blue,
Is the reason why all of this broken masterpieces were crumpled and kept unexpressed in this room
Those blank papers, messy table and my shambles mind are the best of friends whenever I'm thinking about you
For me it's crazy that I smile while tears are flowing down whenever I don't know what I should do
It's insane that even in my thoughts with an ocean of words,
There's still no case of drowning because an inevitable something is keeping me safe from you
When everything seems to fall apart, my words are always there to save me
Things are not always happening the way we wanted them to happen,
But the thing that we can do is to ride the waves of the opposites like you are enjoying every bits of the current
Even in my darkest days, I consider my chaotic paradise as my safe haven that is always there to keep me safe from all the wounds that most words can cause me
Everyday, I am mastering the art of keeping myself happy even if some things are always testing my emotions
Most of the time, I tend to ask myself if "Can you still do it? Can you still withstand the pain?" "Are you still alive?"
Most of this questions needs more than an answer because it deserves more than that, and it is an explanation
Whenever I write, it serves as a reminder that I can still do it, I can still endure the pain, and it's keeping me alive even if most things inside me are causing me to die
