Sometimes it just hits you harder and stronger than before. The force of darkness overwhelms you in a way that wasn't yet known but you always sensed it. In moments of this never-ending cold, you always try to find warmth. But when there is none to be found and it becomes difficult to traverse the unknown anymore, you give up. You begin finding comfort in this darkness. You find solace in your fear. Your tears make you smile as your body rots away, naked and withered like dead leaves in September. These are the moments when our sins become our salvation. Ironic isn't it? When what you always feared becomes something that you desperately crave now to survive this sheer sense of loneliness in your mind. Because somedays, it just hits you harder and stronger.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Withering petals of my hurting heart
PuisiA collection of poems that I wrote when my whole existence felt like a joke and I felt shackled by my own demons.
