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like a pair of shoes we are supposed to be of similar size we are meant to be one we are meant to be a pair it is not me and you it is meant to be us tonight, i walked with you with the streetlights chasing footsteps i am chasing you who am i after? what am i after? i lost track of everything i lost track of everything i lost track of everyone it is all blurry and fuzzy what i am truly after is us, huh, what i am truly after is me.
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following the lead

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to dance in the rain." There you go, a saying I'm so well aware of. I can read it out loud without me even trying to recall it. How is it that at times you do not even have the energy to stand up and get your feet to move, you are expected to dance? Because at times my feet just give it away. That I'm unable to stand. That I'm unable to move. Nor am I able to dance. I read between the lines and find it kind of weird. How does the person whose hope seems lost have the strength to dance? It takes two to clap. It takes two to dance. I get it now. It's not that the person is strong enough to dance amidst the storm. It's just that someone else is taking the lead, and all it takes is following his steps. No, you do not need to dance all by yourself. Whenever you're tired, you just gotta follow the lead. Take the hand that's outstretched in front of you. Take it. And follow t

At 24.

Young adulthood. The stage I'm currently in. The stage you are probably in or have been in. The stage that's filled with exciting milestones. The stage where you're granted unlimited pass to anything and anywhere. It is frightening, yet exciting. It is daunting, yet stimulating. Exciting and stimulating; seems like life's active in motion. Seems like the stage to dash for the things that keep you awake at night. But, that's all fiction. That's all fiction. To me, life is one of a ride. You go up, then you go down. You say hello, then there is goodbye. You strive, then there's stillness. It is against the world. It is against the rules. Being still when everyone's in a hurry. But then, a voice whispered. Be still. Eventually, you will thrive.

whatever you desire

the trials i waited the purification i long desire the melodies i dearly sing with confidence more often than not i am truly afraid of whatever is coming my way for when i am in the middle of fire i am burnt and my flesh is screaming out but let it burn until what's left of me is everything you want in me
how is it that the thing i read intensively for a year be a thing i'm struggling with  and i don't even realize it until i do

the train

a roof it's thick swallowing matter meters under various things covered a lonely track it's meant for one canopy protecting nothing but happiness the sound of screech and hiss swallowing back its pace forcefully destination reached it has not the fuels it runs out of it has yet to see a tiny ray of light the train, i mean the unknown number of steps needed the tracks, i mean and the airless and dark underground tunnel the train befriends

growing up

a couple of couple tees i held so dearly the photobox pictures so old the colors faded a pile of beads bracelets left untouched and memories so many it's hard to dismiss give and take the value everyone is holding on now give and take the value i was clueless of all i ever know is to give to give even though i'm running out to give even though there's nothing left to give to give to you who is overflowing i gave you you took from me i give you but now i'm free