5 February 2022

I feel tired.

Broken and bruised.

In this beautiful bustling city, I wonder how many of us feel sad and alone? We're so connected yet disconnected from one another. 

I choose to cry alone; under the stars, in the cold windy nights. Because who's to say that people would care? 

I gave you all of me - body, heart and soul. 

Perhaps it's was always yours, but why does it hurt when I decide to turn from you? Why does it hurt, even while I run to you? 

I'm broken, bruised and all; but at least, I am still fighting.