Love is everywhere but it is not
cherished.
I tried to seek it in the
midst of the city but the economy
of the city was awaiting to swallow me.
I tried making friends with it, yet
I was still getting younger and
younger for love.
I longed for love but it couldnβt
appreciate me.
I crossed the oceans looking for love,
yet my days kept on echoing emptiness
with the essence of darkness and only
calling for loneliness.
Happiness was something rare before
I recalled the solutions to conclusions
from my speechless days.
I think I was
looking for myself all along.