I vividly remember the moment I realised,
how much I cherished my solitude.
Although I might be around the cheery smiles,
Yet I chose to write about the wilting flower
In the sea of others.
The tingling chills down my spine,
And amongst the world of thoughts.
I see behind the stain,
Days look like light and nights were about fairytales.
Sometimes on the darkest of days,
I know for a fact
The snow will fall and the regrets will circle.
Was that even the biggest surprise on my face?
The world appeared to be just.
Sorrows chased our cars,
and I was left counting the stars
Believing there was always time for happiness.
I let myself disguise the pain into stories,
Stories, that I fail to understand
Or never wanted to.
As life goes by,
I stopped being that child.
The one dreaming of glimmers and sunshine,
I understand that sometimes the stars just don't align.
That's when i realise,
Life is never a fairytale.
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