sometimes its letting go.
whereas most of the time it is enduring heartaches.
and silently casting a smile to hide the cracks.
i am smiling.
there are happiness, laced perfectly thin
between each deceived giggles
because life is a privilege
living is inevitable
still dying is a choice
because deaths comes in many ways
it could be the way you try hard
to keep tears within your eyelids
and failed
or it could even be
walking past a picture you cherished
that rusted in meaning
still you try on bringing back the nothings
when it is too late
worst is when there is
nothing
even from the start all you had was
a hopeless prayer.
you hold on even when your flesh starts to rot
but you can't let go
because then death would invite you with a warm embrace
one too hard to resist.
darkness is death but behind each shadows
there are meaning.
there are stories.
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