I dragged my feet today.
They felt so heavy,
like they were buckled onto steel weights.
But they felt like they were ready to jump when the train was coming.
No, no, you can’t do that.
It wouldn’t be fair.
There are people out there who need you.
There are people who love you.
I snapped back to reality.
The grey door was in front of me.
I opened it and whispered softly,
But there was only silence in return.
Floating around the ocean of emotions,
I wished that the strong wave would take me back ashore.
To wherever I was before I jumped into the ocean.
But the fact is, I’m still floating here.
I can’t go back.
All I can do is swim ahead and find another land.
I was floating around the ocean.
No safety belts, no life jackets.
Just waves and waves crushing down on me.
Taking me to places and trying to drown me.
The ocean had calmed down and I have seen the land far front.
However, I can also see the upcoming surge of waves ahead.
This time, I have to swim hard and strong, swimming against the waves.
So I can be ashore again.
It was the year I lost myself.
I lost sight of who I was.
I didn’t go through a roller coaster of emotions.
At least, if I was on a roller coaster, I would have my safety belt.
No matter how rough and twisted the tracks were,
I would still be seated safely.
The day we first met.
The day I noticed you.
The first time we went out.
The day I saw colourful flowers, brighter than ever.
The second time we went out.
The day I felt sparks in my heart.
The day it rained.
The day we shared an umbrella.
The beautiful sunny day.
The day it stormed inside my heart.
I’m waiting for our La, Ti, and Do.
For the crescendo towards our dolce climax.
Who are you exactly to tell me how to live my life?
Or anyone’s life, at that.
“Girls have to be feminine and gentle, and boys have to be strong and manly,”
What if I tell you, straight in your face, “NO.”
NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.
Everyone deserves to live their life how they want it to be.
Anyone can choose to stand out or to fit in.
No one can tell anyone to follow the society.
Anyone deserves to stand out without having to worry about criticism.
Anyone deserves to fit in without having to lie to themselves.
Everyone has different ones.
Mine is honesty.
I would rather be true to myself and stand out rather than to fit in.
Not even my mind can fit in to the society.
I would rather have less friends rather than having to have another face.
A visage of vanity.
I would choose solitude rather than having to hear your trash talk.
Do us all the favour, and stop pretending like you “care” about our image.
It’s our image, not yours.