I wanted to be happy but lost inside. I want to smile but mostly think of the things that make me sad.
Like seeing a flower bloom, it is a genuine happiness. But thinking that it'll get pulled out is somehow something mournful.
A balloon up in the horizon, wow amazing it is so beautiful. But thinking it'll get pop soon is so saddening.
Things in life is something simple yet complicated. It is easy to smile but smiling forever is not possible.
Full of contradiction like peace. World wants peace but madefying a war just to take it.
I want happy things, colorful things, bright things. But a part of me is comfortable in the dark. Like being sad is something really cozy.
So that I'm a bit afraid that someday sadness will be my new whimsy.
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Paradox
PoetryA conflict between the reality and the reality you ought to be. Something complicated and something uncertain. Battle full of contradiction within, thoughts that linger every moment. I hope I could get out of this certain uncertain paradox.
