...And there's this one question I had in mind when I was younger,
"What could be the sole purpose of a highlighter?"
They said it is to emphasize the importance of a matter,
I shrugged my shoulders and continued using mine to color.
Hence, it all starts with solitude in the island of Troy,
Something sprouts as limerence, a girl's infatuation for a boy;
Then blooms to the kind of love that's almost ethereal;
The kind that makes my heart skip, sweet but ephemeral.
My broken heart succumbs to the aurora's horror,
I incessantly cry a river that I even smell the petrichor;
But with the ebullition I see the iridescent,
The providential epiphany of life's effervescent.
Eventually, I realize that everything's part of a cycle we borrow,
You wake up, do your task, be healthy, get ready for tomorrow;
Fall in love, get hurt, fall in love agin, cry harder,
Nonetheless, don't give up; a wonder - worth to ponder.
Definitely, I'll wait until one day, the syzygy finally happens,
I'll cry until I clear my eyes from phosphenes;
With every torturous pain comes an obscure oblivion,
With every oblivion comes denouement - a resolution.
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April 10, 2020
Started: 7:58 PM
Finished : 8:10 PM
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A Profound Catharsis
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