You can walk towards nothingness,

Just realize that my journey taught truths,

Nothing last the way it told,

Nothing is a metaphor here.

I know,

When the rain comes, it brings memories,

Memories of us, holding each other in graves,

I couldn’t be desirous for another journey.

I spent years in darkness light,

My words know,

There is a world I cannot change,

Till, I see from the different eyes.


I see everything in chronic blindness,

I choose to stay in silence to breathe.



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