this swing of emotions.
back and forth,
back and forth.
doing redundant things that don't matter,
when the ones that cries needs attending.
i am in a spot.
lights shinning through the little cracks on the wall.
glaring bit by bit.
this slumber night.
blurry visions.
discontent.
flashes of thoughts.
rush of feelings.
mutter of words.
then it goes pitch black.
blank.
and the light glares again.
hang on there little crater.
isn't life about the littlest things.
we view things in different perspective.
like the sea that connects every places,
one day it will rejoice.
we scatter diamonds by the park,
we arouse sceptics.
we bite into things.
at that very second.
no second thoughts.
just that very swift second.
pretty things are not meant to last.
good things are not meant to last.
so grow love for the mediocre.
and so will the mediocre.
when we blink.
we might not realise,
what we might miss during that half of a second.
maybe a chance or two.
lights glaring through the sea of emotions.
the black, the dark green, and the holy emarald.
and there you are.
back and forth,
back and forth.
doing redundant things that don't matter,
when the ones that cries needs attending.
i am in a spot.
lights shinning through the little cracks on the wall.
glaring bit by bit.
this slumber night.
blurry visions.
discontent.
flashes of thoughts.
rush of feelings.
mutter of words.
then it goes pitch black.
blank.
and the light glares again.
hang on there little crater.
isn't life about the littlest things.
we view things in different perspective.
like the sea that connects every places,
one day it will rejoice.
we scatter diamonds by the park,
we arouse sceptics.
we bite into things.
at that very second.
no second thoughts.
just that very swift second.
pretty things are not meant to last.
good things are not meant to last.
so grow love for the mediocre.
and so will the mediocre.
when we blink.
we might not realise,
what we might miss during that half of a second.
maybe a chance or two.
lights glaring through the sea of emotions.
the black, the dark green, and the holy emarald.
and there you are.