sumayyah

Then a voice asked, "where to?"

Where to? Is there a place in this world I belong to? Without trying to fit in. Where is the place I supposed to call home?

The haunted, the misery, the things I couldn't manage to settle.

I opened my eyes wide open,

And foreseen things to end up like holograms in a way it changes its color,

The tunes I wish for not to hear,

And when the midnight turned to be able to hold it screams and tears,

To the end of the battlefield,

I chose to let go.

Until I can't, no more.

But I'm not sure if I could pick today.

I, who avoided sunrises just to rest and close eyes.

"To maintain today." I said.

Is it worth it to live just to feel your breathless air, suffocating, to call it surviving?

A memory of today, someday becomes history.

Giving a smile to a stranger, to water plants,

Or maybe writing a poem.

You don't know what will come next, tomorrow is a surprise.

I still can't sleep.

The thought of the morning will come faster haunting me.

I just couldn't fall asleep,

It's still sensed in my veins rejecting my existence

The thoughts of being not good enough.

Everything around me are running faster,

And the age has changed, here I am at the wind strike traveling hindsight until my vision go blind and left me with nothing but emptiness.

I should crawl, i should fathom the atmosphere that slowly drying my throat, i'm breathless and sinking to endless darkness.

"Feel free to speak up" People said,

But no one listen. So where should I found my self again? I felt like strangers in my own blue planet.

Sometimes I think, nothing against me but my own mind.

It's an endless midnight, but I fear the morning light.