There's those who love the rain,
And there's those who love the sun.
And between both,
There's US
Too dark to love the sun
And too drained to love the rain,
we extremely love ourselves just the same.
It was hell, my darling!
It was so hell!
But from fire, the path of heavens emerged
And through hell, we will get to an end.
Being exhausted from everything around,
Time is the cure but are we secure ?
Our hearts !
As tiny as they are,
They can beat greater than thunders somehow.
It echoed but you're still deaf,
Some sounds don't reach our eardrums,
Some sounds just can't be heard.
It wavered but things around kept still,
Some moves are hugely less concerned by our attention and observation skills,
More of void than real existing deeds and wills.
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
