The safest place for a ship is at harbor
but that's not where ships should be,
I've always wanted to begin it
with these lines, even though it's not mine-
but the one I had in mind was something different.
It's about how we should always
fight, live, and die for our dreams
even when we're already at peace with ourselves,
but this is not that poem. Not that one.
This one is to remind myself that I'm not dead yet,
and the one before this is not the last one-
in case I'm dead before I could write another.
Make sense?
What time is it?
I don't mind
if this will be the last thing here.
Not because this will be fucking good,
which until now I know that it will only be
some shitty paragraphs that will be forgotten
seconds after you've stop reading,
and disappoint secret chasers
if you're one,
because there is none.
I'm just scared
of knowing that our dreams
will always be laughing with us
and living life is just a lie we tell ourselves
before the real thing comes
and swallows everything into black.
Makes me grind my teeth till it bleeds
when I can't sleep. Wondering if this time
my eyes will stay shut forever.
Don't worry. That's not real.
I did not grind my teeth.
I just can't sleep.
And sometimes I hear myself counting days.
Maybe I'll keep doing that till I'm 40
and when I realized that it's always
an impossible task,
I will tell myself
that it is alright to dream
even to the end.
Hope dies on daily basis.
Every tap tap on their keyboards sounds
like they are typing their last will
but what came out are reports and excel files.
Funny, now that I'm one of them.
And they sleep early so maybe this act
of lying awake
is the best thing I could do tonight
before they lock me deep.
Again my dear.
The safest place for a ship is at harbor
but that's not where a ship should be,
now lets get back to sleep baby
shall we?
