You can walk towards nothingness,
Just realize that my journey taught truths,
Nothing last the way it told,
Nothing is a metaphor here.
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.