and i sing to the songs that are blasting through my headphones. it's because i want to know that i can still feel myself. that's why i sing along with the words. so that i can remind myself that i'm still hear, i still have two of my five major senses and that even if i'm partly lost, i can still hear these colossal beats. it's all an act of mine. everything is an act. so that i can remind myself that i didn't die that night. that i'm still here.
and you're not.
YOU ARE READING
smile, my love
Poetrybut the world is cruel. it will shatter you, make you feel so insecure, make you feel so very sorry, you will think of ways to leave, to stay or to simply s u r v i v e. but you must go on. so, please. smile, my love. * *...
