lonely [PERSONAL PROJECT 2020]

a golden moment

There would be days where I would stare at walls,

And days where I just sat quietly, drowning in my thoughts.

A few hours feeling alone, lonely and miserable in this chaos.

 There might be times where I was shaking, adapting the pain.

When I am taken over by the voices, and I am no longer myself,

I always had this one golden moment that I treasure.

The one that I wish I could go back every time anything went wrong.

When the golden moment occurs, I was not expecting much.

But when the moment passed, I realized I would not able to feel it again.

I could not help but to wish time would just froze if I could not go back.

You might wonder, what memory am I currently holding on? 

As I look to the sky, I think about the golden memory.

Is it made by my mind as an escape? Am I confusing between reality and imagination?