Category: jar of poetries

The catch is, can light not be around?

Yet the more she drifted away from the light, the more the light appeared.

“It’s difficult. True love is difficult,” the shadow responded.

Sometimes it turned very glorious she thought it will never gonna fade, but that night, it changed.

“What if all of these aren’t real? What if I am just living on the concept of my reality?

“Of course, the light did not respond, for it was not hearing her.”

The thing about growing up is forgetting about what happened in the past. But if there’s something I cannot fade into mind is You.

It dawned on me that my mind was on that realm of December afternoon.

The sun was scorching hot, yet the wind served as a clad to not feel the heat.