The moment of being alone is the one of the best as well as the worst time to cry
No one was home and the waves of sadness come through me
I surrender
The moment it happened I remember my uncle's story of the flowers I spread on my grandfather's graveyard
They are grown and becoming little flowers
The yard is becoming beautiful with them on it
I sat down and sobs on the floor
The feeling of something between sadness, loneliness and emptiness would always come from time to time
Yet strangely everytime they did, I always wonder what they want to tell
But end up thinking of them as they are so everytime I would decide to feel it as it is
To not think further of what it might be
Till night comes
And tears would come again to visit
Wanting to make ocean in my darks
And I have no noice other than turning my feeling into stars
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PoetryI've heard that when people start to open their heart, they get better
