I try to figure out why I stay up so late at night wondering about leaving this place that I am entitled to call my home.
I try to figure out why scars never fade way. Maybe it’s a reminder of our obstacles or some other cliche, meaningful definition that’s suppose to change our perspective of things.
I try to figure out why so many of us are lost and broken and crying, trying to pull the little bits of pieces we have left.
I try to figure out how anger consumes us instantaneously without notice like death lurking beneath our shadows.
I try to figure out why we cannot save people like we’d like to, and then I thought about how humans are like heavy anchors of joy and despair sinking every second.
I try to figure out why we surrender to temptation so easily, but the sweet invigorating desire of love making is inescapable.
I try to figure out why love hurts as people say, but is the most important feeling. I wouldn't know.
But what I really try to figure out is how we are all together, yet we are all alone.