Dear Void

Dear void,
No one is gonna reveal what's hiding inside.

If I could, I would.

But right at this moment, only miss alter ego knows.
She couldn't give the respond that I want.

So I'm sending this out into the void.

Sometimes it's hard to contain. Feelings are unpredictable. Unremitting unpredictability it is.

Who knows colours inside could form a very beautiful rainbow, unnoticed. The question is, how do you kill a rainbow, in silence perhaps?

But then again, if it's meant to bloom forever, let it be. If it's not, please kill it for me dear void.

Oh how I wish this sort of thing has a twitch, where you could easily pull it away.

Who ignites a spark in this stale heart of mine? If you must do so, do it in a right way.

My thoughts are rolling far off the normalcy. I'm instilling the new verses in my daily prayers.

What future upholds remains unknown. If this is something to comfort the parallelism of my destiny, I dare to endorse.

"Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."
— Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)