Chaos..

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One day, I’ll come and another day I’ll go,

There’s no summer of cruelty that shed my love as bleeding poison, there’s no monsoon whose abysmal rapsody didn’t ricochet my skin,

and there’s no spring when melancholy dressed up as a bittersweet memory.

I’d love to let that goodness and resistance to have me again but it won’t taste the same way now.

It’ll be rotten and I’ll love to see me fight, to hold on to the shadow of nothingness when I was excepting everything to show up at my door,

and I wouldn’t be hopeful but happy for not giving up on my hopes, or at least my soul.

Like the song whose lyrics stitched a melodious set of moments every time it echoed in the seams of my mind and it used to swung on my tongue until yesterday,

and today, it’s a whole new tune, its music is foreign to my ears and the lyric is a different language.

one day, there’s a maple leaf still resting between the conflicts of emotions in my book,

even when there’d be other hundreds of them who would've be a witness of my feelings,

but that one would make me breathe those golden dawns again where I used to wake up to live,

live unexpected things and not for standing on an unknown bridge and wanting to jump off it, not to die but in the hope of reliving the moments which were once replaced with lonely spaces between the arms of the clock, which were replaced by the void of the chaos

To unleash my proficiencies, my faith that repressed under the blindsiding stereotypes.

I wish I could tell the truth only if you shouldn't publicize it,

but no promises ever lasted than scars

to swear on spirits who even disliked their own bones, i dont know but it's a conflict.

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