Still as Ever
Last night, at the lake…I stared at the scattered stars above me. The mesmerising colours of glints from the bridge and buildings reflected on the water. I was with close friends of mine, sipping my favourite cup of coffee. It was beautiful yet sentimental.
I tried to let go of uncomfortable feelings lingering inside. I let false hopes slipped into the water, and they slowly dripping out. Watching all the pretty faces and happy laughs of the girls, I wonder how different their way of handling bumpy roads in their life with mine. They were feeling good, and I was not part of the story. Pondering whether I will be in anyone’s memory, the cloudy feeling started to creeps in. Even the subtle moonlight seems to mock the whole picture.
As the night breeze whispered into my mind, I realised that I was lost. The familiar scent of sensibility called upon me. Struggled, filled with regrets for wanting something I do not deserve, for looking at pointless things that turned me ungrateful. I have become what I cannot be. I gulped the strange air in my thoughts, broke a smile, and gazed them admirably. Everything is different, yet still as ever.
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START LYING. YOU MIGHT TURN INTO A GOOD ACTOR/ACTRESS LOL
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