balance.

brought into this world,

all of us face tests.

as if earning the right to be here,

as if entitled for better things,

when and if later completed.

at least that's what we thought.

some have it seemingly mild,

some have it with unspeakable brutality.

some bring wisdom,

some cause trauma.

with which comes a whole other battle.

the fight to heal,

the fight to forgive,

the fight to forget,

the fight to overhaul,

the fight is not over just yet.

when do we get to live free?

nobody knows an exact equation,

i don't think.

one definitive start though,

is do what makes you happy.

and learn to see light in darks.

it's okay to be cautious,

but not to be too fearful.

it's okay to be wise,

but not to be too rigid.

find the balance.

easier said than done,

but that oasis exists.

i've tasted a little of it,

and already feels so damn good.

the sky is really the limit.

it doesn't require you to be monks or nuns,

i promise! 

perhaps never.

There’s a little bit of me left,

Although not much more.

But a little bit is enough for now.

I move through the crowds,

In autonomous way,

Nothing excites me.

It had just slapped me right in the face,

That I am no longer moving with you.

I don’t know why just now.

I guess it is a good thing,

For I haven’t been able to feel.

Although it was a feeling of pain.

We could be beautiful,

But we’re just two little kids.

Who don’t know how to be with each other.

Perhaps one day we will,

Perhaps never.

But I am always thankful you came along.

had to be yours.

it's an amazing feeling,

how to be in a crowd yet still be alone.

no sarcasm,

just my weirdest self.

perhaps to protect myself from it all.

there are little times,

when i let some in.

too bad it's always the too good to be trues,

that i again and again,

let myself down.

it's an indescribable feeling,

to be ashamed towards yourself.

that with so much ease,

i let myself break like that.

completely bare and hopeless.

maybe i shouldnt leave my ego at the door,

perhaps it's what it takes to survive.

in this very cruel and twisted jungle,

i am just a little naive creature.

who still believes in wonderland.

i might need a few more punches,

to completely get that:

nothing good comes easy.

sucks to be me,

but at least i'm real.

my pride,

my heart,

my all.

had to be yours,
and yours mine.