My forever has always been too soon.
Just like the flowing river of my emotions that I hid from the world
soon became an unending ocean.
I thought I'd hide it, I thought I'd mask my woes away.
But I seem too warm for this cold world.
I could have been forever, If only I let my emotions vulnerable.
But I won't do that.
For I am weak.
Weak to express, yet lazy to learn to improve it.
So I suppress deep down in me all the layers of me.
With a smile of sham I look up to the world, dry from within.
You should therefore know, that I am not here forever.
I am unfinished, yet I shall always be one step away from being complete.
Till then, I'll keep collecting tiny pieces of sunshine from the masterpiece that people carry in themselves.
And weave a story called "life" out of it.
You had to know this someday, that a part of you is now a part of me, shining through the dark cracks of misery.
For I am too weak to stay forever and too strong to fade away.
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