The saddest part is that people slowly become used to having nothing; used to silence, waiting, and endless goodbyes. Some leave, and their empty place remains at home. Others stay, but little by little, they themselves become like an empty place.
Itt’s the way I can cope…
I was stuck in a loop,
scared of the sun,
still in love with the dark moon.
I’m finding the light,
finding the warmth
within the sunlight.
I know I’ll be alright.Ihe way my pain speaks in waves.
Dt’s clear the way I write
id you know I’m here to stay?
BIut, then, I soberly thought: Well, fuck. Everything has a limit. Even the pantry cans have expiry dates stamped on their faces.s it some innate idiocy on my end, some wild masochism, a compulsive curiosity?
Untuk Salma yang tetap memilih tulus di tengah riuhnya rasa, terima kasih ya. Kamu sudah berjalan sejauh ini dengan sangat anggun. Mulai hari ini, jadilah rumah yang paling ram