So many stories to tell.
So much to write about.
Numerous situations,
just couldn’t get myself out.
Broken stars
craving embrace of the dark.
People begging
for the sake of their heart.
Countless people I met,
a few I pushed away
while others straight-away left.
Somehow,
I find myself
keeping my thoughts inside.
I wonder why,
knowing myself feels
way more comforting
than someone else claiming
they’ve been aware
all this while.