Dear death
I have always wondered about you
Hoping that darkness may envelope me
to take me through the light of after life
I always wondered about you
when I lift my hand for begging
in the corner of dark streets
where I'm left alone
I always wondered about you
when my begged hands are manipulated
where strangers hand harrased
my body which yearned to be carassed
I always wondered about you
hoping you may reach me faster than others
while I tried stealing
for my stomach craved a piece of bread
I always wondered about you
whether is it your hands that caress my stomach
which others called hunger.
First love
My first love. We never met. Never know whether his eyes shine while hearing my name or my texts broght a smile on his face. Never know that I was being played until too late. Never forgave myself for the mistakes I done, for him. I guess I never want to be vulnerable with someone again. Love is such, isn't it? Being naked without any masks and filter.