I hate being attached to a place, event, memories and people. I have been too emotional in dealing with separation and will take me days to fully recover. I don’t understand why but it’s just how I am. No matter how strong, ruthless and independent I can be, I still fall for memories. I appreciate people who puts in a lot of effort to know and stick with me. Sometimes I fear losing them but I still lose people along the way, I’m still alive but broken. To sum up my thoughts for tonight, lemme write a poem.
Just in Time.
You didn’t come in crashing waves
but you walk in like a theft
Broke the bricks one built for years
and let the sun shine through the cracks of disbelief.
The pain disappeared as time passes
Cold nights became a place of solace
To trust time is such a great risk
so as to believe once again
The future did promise uncertainties
and today seems to be a game of madness
where the past became a lesson
and the present is full of wonder and misery
The verge of the cliff is enticing
and my heart wanted to jump once again
I wanted to love the process
I really do.
What’s in store for me is still a mystery
and the crash might end what’s left
The fall has no assurance of life
after a series of death.
In this parallel world,
not all are meant to last.
I have walked into the storm already
and I have no plans of coming back.
S. C. L.
