You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.

Somewhere in the middle of the story of two strangers, a moment of dilemma comes, when it is just not so easy to define what this is.

Somewhere in the middle of the story of two strangers, a moment of dilemma comes, when it is just not so easy to define what this is.

You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.
If you feel not happy,
There is this feeling I need to call somebody,
If I feel stressed, and you read my text,
You say, “Did I make you feel upset?”
I carry the complexity,
Complemented with your simplicity.
And yet,
You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.

Damaged goods

Does mature mean damaged?

Where would I go, where would I find you,
When I look around, I find pure happy souls,
When I see inside them,
I see my reflection.
ugly, monstrous face, scars of past,
the heart was torn out, hanging outside of my chest,
eyes showing many worlds of destructions,
I look like a dream, a devil’s dream,
dream to be eventually me,
me,
damaged goods.

Water

Water can be viewed with many perspectives. Sometimes, we drink from the same bottle but smell a different odor. I wonder why? And this happened too many times.

Water can be viewed with many perspectives. Sometimes, we drink from the same bottle but smell a different odor. I wonder why? And this happened too many times.

Found water in drought,

some found an odor some not,

it’s odor of past.