Face to face

I to mirror

A breathless image

Against a tired self

Words hit reflections

Like ugly songs to the ears

On the other side, life looks different

Another definition staring at me

How do you see two persons

with one reflection?

Or maybe mirrors often evoke

A personality disorder

Let me shatter the glass

Maybe I'd know which I exists

The real one or the fiction

Written 10:09 PM.

Why do you keep letting me gather my words from the ground like I've been only exhaling emptiness? As if being a well-hated child who blabbers the truth which you loathe. I imagine my words flying up the sky and reaching your deepest core but instead, I'm swamped in your empty thinking like a push from the deepest oceans to the ugly surface of the earth.

Why?

The Book Thief

Silence is a great companion when words are devoid of meaning.

If the sunlight can thaw my frozen words to make you understand

how much it leaves me stranded,

I'd get a sunstroke for every time I talk to you.

If you observe the pace of my breaths,

You won't need to listen to me talk.

The pauses between the words people say;

those are the things you really need to listen to.

Write when you least feel like it,

Because that's when you write best.

You pass me by as if

you're the sunset;

I don't know which kind of night

you're going to leave behind

within me.