It’s that morning stroll that you’ll have whenever you’re going to work or school. The moment where in you get lost in the sound of the city, never still and full of life. However, there are days when you have to vigorously immerse yourself with the environment that you are in. Your mind starts to feel numb due to the uproar of your endless depressing thoughts about how will you go on.
It’s not the question who or what makes you get up in the morning, it’s how will I survive another day of inadequate bliss and motivation? No matter how much you try to shift your perspective towards life, it’s like maneuvering a helm on a stormy night – pitch black and freezing cold. Such night can be encountered by a no pilot or captain because when the night hits and no right words came out of your red lips, I’ll be standing at the edge of the stem of a ship – shivering, gasping, and weeping.
The waves will lament with my sadness, as it catches my tears along with the life below. Yearning to be understood despite no language can make any of us converse with each other but we’re not like the sharks nor whales. We can communicate with the right words yet we chose to screech with the black waves.
You aren’t the sea, you don’t catch my tears when I cry in pain yet most of the time you are my lighthouse in that dark stormy night and overcast day. You are with me, in me, 70%.
Serendipity and Chaos of Life 