A Part of Everyone || Wattys 2019

Lies of Your Own Self - Part I

It was a late dark night.

You were coming home filled with an annoying feeling of hope in your heart.

Why bother?

The same old routine would repeat itself over and over again with endless déjà vus in the pocket.

Isn't it funny?

You were staring at the raindrops on the windows of this red old train, having a weird feeling inside your guts: even the raindrops have the same shape as yesterday.

Could it get any better?

Two different faces in your mind until you are so wasted that you can't tell them apart anymore.

Didn't they warn you about it?

The same feeling of guilt eating you piece by piece, day by day... until you are only flesh and bones, sorrow and memories.

Can you even be honest these days?

It appears loneliness suits you better than a heart filled with warmth.

'Home. Sweet home.', they say.

I guess those words have different definitions.