残酷な人間。

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Right now,

it is ten o’clock in the evening and I am listening to Christmas songs played by instruments of white and gold and it is very lonely.


It is.

it just hurts when it doesn’t stop
but when it does, you long
for it to continue because
as long as
there is pain, you
are reminded of how
its antonym should
be worth the wait,
of why should there
be pain, and what
must not, must
not stay the 
same.

there was a night when I thought I would live forever and no one will ever die, ever and I remembered no one cared.


death is sometimes
necessary as the
highest tides by
the blackest moon.

what if death caught up with us and we are still playing life?

Jessie Ware - Running

burning

you left me
shining alone in
my night sky with
only tears reflecting
the whitest
sun in
yours.

the one to
feel it is unrequited
first is the one to
cry the
most.

Captain Chonlathorn - ขอร้อง (Khor Rong)

at night

I collect
my tears

and count them
inside
forgotten
wine glasses

(every time I am left alone)

and when a drop
evaporates
at night,

I pray for it
not to fall,

not to fall
for you
again;

and on nights
I cannot
cry,

I close my eyes
and try not
to remember

why I had to
cry,

why I had to
cry
for you
at all.

“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self.”

—  Buddha (via psych-facts)

I want to see with these naked eyes the universe inside you, like peeking through an end of a kaleidoscope with nothing but a sliver of the fading moonlight.

You, as elusive as the spring in winter, never thought of letting me into your golden, peripheral linings or the dusty corridors of the school library; not even the dimming sidewalks we both used to dirty before.

The comparisons you read only justify the complications I subject my human form to whenever I remember how I…

This should stop. This is never helping.

Why am I always lonely? Make me lovely.

Free me from this poetry. 



Enough.



There are cracks on the Moon
you admire at night and
you never notice,
no one does.

Mary

three nuns whispering
about the end of the world
or some night prayer