Midnight Maybes
Maybe I was destined to live in silence. To hear those sounds from the voiceless rhythms, to enjoy dancing with the quiet music. To see silhouette in the corner and to let me satisfy the zone of pleasing darkness. Maybe I was destined to love my own shadows. To talk to him while lighting the candle, to tell him about my self and uncertainties. To let him watch me suffer and to show him my broken piece. Maybe I was destined to be alone. To sip a cup of coffee while reading a book, and to escape from reality. To enjoy my own company, and to live life without no one beside me.
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Blue Envelopes
PoetryI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
