All these years, in that same musty room,
Where the curtains looked like shrimp, in the morning
All those years, sleeping under 7 thick blankets
When solace was my bestfriend
And illusions were my reality
All these years,
We lived all these years in a world where we never tried to communicate, until now
Now how I wish both of us could have spent more time to care for each other,
Now, how I wish you could be as nice to me as you are right now
But, now an illness that no one has found a cure is taking you away
Even if I try to live the present with you,
I cannot help but notice that I will soon not see you
Now solace is my enemy
And reality has crashed my illusions
Author's Note: Family matters, everyone goes through, and the only way to express my feelings is through writings.
