Today:
There is confusion, there is sadness, there is longing, yet there is much more to these feelings.
There is me, there is you, and there is a grey sky above us, and we are worlds apart.
How can I be so consumed with every few pieces you allowed me to have? I shamelessly covet for the thousands more; greed is like a thief to reason.
But maybe this is what most greats did ー defied reasons and transcended norms ー when they found their paragons. You are the paragon of the dream I used to imagine.
Someday:
There’ll be answers; there’ll be happiness with no more longings.
There’ll be me, there’ll be you, and there’ll be a blue sky above us as we travel this world together.
