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 couldn’t

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.