What if death has been defeated by love?
Guess what, I'm overthinking about overthinking.
Are you real? Can you see me? Feel me? Hear me? I am trapped in this dark space called isolation. I both like and dislike this feeling. I am confused. How are you? Are you fine? What about my selflessness that turned into selfish acts. I can see a speck of light in the darkness, illuminating but it's not enough. Not enough to lift me up in this stage of life. What is my real purpose here? Suddenly, there's a shift of mood. Remorsefully remembering the fragments of coward memories. How to be brave? Why is it that I can actually tell people about stuffs and what to do yet I can't even help myself to do my principles. Maybe that's what I am, encouraging humans to be brave as my dream that I can't pursue.
A man without foundation, giving in myself as a living sacrifice to keep you alive. But what if, what if death has been defeated by love?
