I rarely see my smile while working this masterpiece. It seems to be the other part have been forgotten. As if I was lost and no longer knew the way to the original theme.
I am not certain if the reason behind why I stopped making was the lack of ideas that I have or because of that one particular person who left a permanent scar whom no one could ever heal.
All this time I thought the masterpiece I am working with was all about you and me. But I was wrong, I am not the protagonist. I didn't get tired of constructing my own piece. I didn't also ignore it. I just found the answers that I've been wanting to know for a long time. I made myself believe that I started-but I didn't.
I thought I was shaping you for me but then I realized it was for others. These scars were enough, I'm done staying in the wound. I don't wanna find the lost pieces for my masterpiece. I already finished my role in this play. I think it's time for me to make another masterpiece, but this time in a different medium.
YOU ARE READING
Ad Astra Per Aspera
PoetryThe tale of a rogue star who has been ejected, dumped, left, and dropped by its own galaxy, and yet still trying to wander the darkness of the universe as it has never been hurt.
