my random musings, now in words.
I have parents, but I can’t feel their presence,
I have a best friend, but I only sense her absence,
I have amazing souls around me, Making me smile
but happiness soon subsides
Why is it so hard for me to stay happy?
Why is it so hard for me to find real friends?
Or real people, in fact, those who genuinely care about you,Those who thinks about your feelings in every of their actions.
False conversations , Fake smiles
Is it a social obligation?
Nobody deserves to be sad, I know
The world we live in today is too pathetic , The life we are in is too short
Suddenly I see
Traces of love from people around me
People are like peices of art sometimes, You may think they are like a certain kind, when they are actually likewise.
It’s like pieces of paintings of course.
People may look at it on the surface, but its difficult to find someone who really understand each stroke of paint placed on the canvas.
That’s how I see people are,
for now at least.
Dear God, thanks for the gift of our hearts. What an amazing organ, as it is through it, we experience the magnificent force of love in our lives.
– Anonymous, maybe?