LITERALLY A COLLECTION OF POETRY AND RANDOM SHIT.

You're hurt?

This time I thought alot about the word "HURT".

And I couldn't find an example that could describe it more than this current hour and the hours that will follow.
Yes,it's night and a bright day follows.

For me,"HURT" is like a coin with two sides,the better and the worse.

Looking at this night,
I can currently describe the two faces of the coin named "HURT".

Hurt is dark,hurt is cold,hurt is dwelling into how lonely you are with a pain that's very hard to carry in your throat.
When hurt,you can't sleep.
When hurt,you realize the night.
When hurt,your life seems dull with a blanket of dim moonlight that only gives you a false hope that there is light at the end of the tunnel just to realize the cold dark night is still stronger than the bleak moonlight.

But it has it's own yin and yang.

As per this night,

Hurt can be beautiful,
Looking at the stars,I like to compare those dots to marks people left in my life.
Millions of marks and memories.
Constellations of lessons.
Hurt can give you a big cloud of foggy tears that floats in the dark cold sky,but look at the edges of yourself,it's silvery and beautiful.
It gleams utterly.
You're a beauty in your mess.
Hurt can make you realize that moon is a false hope of light,but no.
Maybe the moon is teaching you something.
Hurt,can make you realize that moonlight isn't just false hope,but an indication to the day that follows.
It's the trailer of the film you have to live yet.

"Hurt" as a dark night is a passage to a brighter day.

You're "hurt".

You lost your loved ones,wife,mother,father,member of your family.

You're "hurt".

You had a bad day,a bad experience,something that can't be recorrected again.

You're "hurt"

Your choices are vague,you dug your own grave and buried yourself.

You're "hurt" but you're so brave.

You're only human.

Stay strong in the mess and you will feel so invincible.
I'm proud of you,just because you're alive and "HURT".