we are all lost, aren't we?
lost like the lights above us–
where every night's a gloomy season,
tired and exhausted;
still searching for reasons.
we are all lost, aren't we?
lost for the moments given to us,
drowned too deep within our pasts,
and we are only fireflies wandering the night,
trying their best to lit up the dark.
BINABASA MO ANG
blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
