“If life is a question mark, then you, my love, are the proud and bold period that is typed with certainty.”
I am indecisive. It’s hard for me to choose.
It’s mentally exhausting.
I don’t know what i want. I know what i don’t want.
Well, that’s a good start.
And here i am. A form of combination. An odd to your thought.
Call it weird. It’s okay.
Because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.
You were my butterfly
The reason I felt high
It was something i’ve been wanted to try
I felt new, I didn’t ask why
Never are/ Never were
We, is not in dictionary
Is it my logic/ Is it my heart
Or should i go with what i wanted it to be
“Much of your pain is self-chosen…”
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
It’s just a screen but it’s a happy machine.
Because when i dig deeper my mind feels super.
I am a walking dictionary, the world is in my hand.
I don’t need anyone next to me, because false hope is my best friend.
This is how it should start.
Alone without a friend.
It’s not why, but when.
Then everything comes together.
A new cycle, a sweet chapter.