Tag: prose

optimism.

The light of the night

Feet dangling upon the city view

You can see the cars passing by, but you’re far away

Drink in your tired hand, you breathe in

It’s been a long day of fighting

It’s always a long day, right?

But by the end of it, you realize

That the sunrise you will see when you wake up

Is the same sunrise you would look forward to see each day

Chin up. It will be okay.

Your own sun will rise, I promise.

no escape.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Everyone, including myself.

Mistakes that led to guilt, followed me to my sleep.

Swallowing me whole, hugging my whole-being.

I have dreamt of a lot of things.

But reliving my mistakes as I drift off to my nightmares were always the worst.

Have you ever experienced that?

The sensation, punching you in your heart.

And as soon as you wake up, your heart runs, beat after beat.

I have. Every single night.

And I don’t know how to escape.

I have no one to escape to, from myself.

i wanna stop.

deprived of security, because you took it away.

it all ends up a burden i can no longer carry.

please, rid me of my misery.

save me from the fate i want for myself.

a leap of faith?

a necklace around my itching neck?

a stab wound to stop you from putting multiple knives in my heart?

stripes on my arms,

black clouds on my legs,

all lead me to one place.

Freedom.

awareness.

it starts with losing your appetite to eat,
to losing your will to live.

all roots to the littlest things.
stay aware of your friends.

give people a hug or two. treat them with kindness.
give them a few words of assurance.

they will appreciate it.

i promise.

i am.

i dream big of freedom,
but never from you.

we were flying, us against the world,
we were happy, we knew what to do.

then one day, you lost your wings,
you fell down, fell out of love.

frantic, i flew down with you.

guess who’s the fool.