Pitch dark eyes wandering around when chaos comes. Is it left? Or is it right? Two different ways leave me hanging. What do left has to offer? It seems bright. The light it brings fall in the tip of my shadow. I can see the rainbows , oh, so vibrant! Sunflowers seem welcoming. My heart feels happy. I want to walk here, but I found myself looking at the right way.
Shiver enters me as my eyes start seeing things in vague. It is dark. But the faint glimpse I have with the flowers, I can't stop thinking, "Who left them withered?" "Who will water them?" "What can I do to bring them back to life?". With care and love, it can bloom again. It could be lively.
And suddenly I found myself walking...
On the left path.
10▪03•17
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Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
