Someday.

Art : TAP.

By Sakuan.

It is too nice in this place, it is too particular in this place, people are saying all sorts of things in this place and I am here trying to make sense of it all, I pray and then I shut up and then I pray some more because that is what I have to do, this is my life and I can craft this anyway I want and still won’t get what I want because I can only imagine who I can be and I can only keep my hands to myself, then I pray.

Then I wake up and realize my life is still the same, nothing has changed, I have to do something harsh, I have to do something that horrifies me but these are things that have to be done, I can only cry, I can only laugh, I can only speak what I know and I can only exist in a reality that I am comfortable with. Some day someone will see what I am trying to do and they will tell me about it, it is only a matter of time, I never give up and I never want to be special in anybody’s eyes, I just want to be human, I just want to be polite and exist in a sense, I just want something to happen, it is too quiet.

Pray, they say, then pray some more, then keep on praying because someone is listening, they keep saying and I hear them, I can imagine what they go through for I go through the same thing from time to time, this is not perfect, it can never be perfect and that is all I know, such is life. The sorrows and tears of those we love, the people and things we do, the places we go to, the number of people who do things for show, this is the place of love, I love and I hate, I can’t help it, I am just but a human…

By Nu Nazareth.

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