It started two weeks ago,
the time when the droplets of rain first hit the ground.
The sound echoing throughout every corner,
The breeze of the earth is evident.
And despite the gloomy weather the moon stand on its glory.
But she's not.
'Cause when the first drop touched the ground --
it hit her.
When the second drop --
it crushes her.
The ground she stood shook,
the walls she built comes crashing down.
It's okay, it's okay
"i am okay"
The words she kept on uttering
But wondered why everytime
she uttered those words,
Pain and emptiness strike through her heart.
She looked up to the moon,
Asking for guidance,
Asking for a little bit of light
because everything that surrounded her is slowly being consumed by darkness.
And it scares her
Not by the darkness
But the thought of maybe this time,
She won't be able to make it.
// June 12, 2018
// 2:05am
