Every night before I fall asleep, I look at the moon and stars from the heavens above. Always in awe on how they can light up even the darkest night. Watching the stars take away my anxiety, the weariness. They make me calm, soothes me. More than enough reason to be thankful that I made it through the day and I had the chance to see the night sky. The night sky that probably you’re staring at as well whenever you feel like it. All the more reason to hang tight on my dreams.
In the morning when I wake up, I see the sun peeking through my window pane. As if it’s telling me how good the morning is and to get up to start a new day. This is another chance to right the wrongs I’ve made the past mornings. Another day to meet new people and forget the ones who’s not worthy to be remembered. A clean slate wherein I can write a new story, this time without the smudged ink because I was crying.
I was crying because I was hurt. I almost died. Almost not able to see the beauty of morning, and the glam of the night. Those moments I wished I was six feet under the ground because the pain won’t stop. Everything seems senseless. These were the low point of my life wherein the morning sun and evening stars doesn’t make any difference at all. It was all blank. All gone. I seemed too far away from the life I’ve dreamed of having, and to the person I imagined my eternity with.
I gave up….. I needed to. Because I’m losing the person that I am. Your last words: Goodbye
Took me forever to pick up the pieces of me and get back on my feet, but I’m alive.