homeless child
just beneath the starry night, there’s a soul wishing to be found. a soul that somehow tried to make a way to survive in our ordinary world. to live with the sorrows of yesterday and facing the right will of tomorrow was the toughest. There’s a countless time that i only knew things will be ok is knowing the wrong way will lead to happiness. im pointless, and im clueless, why. i need a closure, but i dont know where to start. i need myself, i dont know where i lost it. i dont want to regret all those things that happened, but i dont want to know the place intended for being so human, after life. i cant decide, i know im not ready, im lost to a place i’ve always been. im always like this, crazy about nothing, lost in space, in denial, running away, and last sad about yesterday. im walking away from the troubles of my life, sometimes some people get me wrong fr the things i’ve done. it’s eating me alive, and i saw it with my own eyes. now im a wingless bird, a heartless soul, a lost angel, a sinful mind, and a homeless child.
Is there anyone who tries to find me? I have to be found because no one wants to be alone. I want to be whole again. I wanna feel the earth, the wind, and the water. I want to feel how to take a deep breath again. I wanna close my eyes and still sees the wind. I wanna swim, to feel the water’s hug.
To find myself again, the real thing must close the door.
God’s love will see me again. But if so, am I ready to live a new life?
beauty and madness
