M E I N

You are the luck that I wait after the strings of misfortune.

I was so focused on controlling the darkness of my clouds that I forgot I already showered rain on to others.

A core memory: left alone, where no one remembers. 

I realized when I sing heartbroken songs it soothes me. Not because of my lover (we are happy!) but because I can express the sadness inside me.

I know I'm destined for a greater good in the future,
          But why it seems so hard to live in the present?

I am a mess inside, my heart weighs heavier than a boulder. Am I still the right person to you?

It's cloudy, it's hazy, it's heavy, it's unbearable, it's unexplainable, and lonely.

Wondering what it feels like to be a top priority, wherein I can be selfish at least once in my life.

I wonder what people mean when they tell their story and say that there's a moment in their lives that even though it's good, it's sustainable, they feel that there is something and it became their calling for a greater course on their life.

all negative thoughts
          when written in a random post
          becomes bearable