I often ask God,
Why was I born?
You could have chosen another soul for this life.
Why me?

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"Sometimes I feel someone’s whisper, kisses on my cheeks from another realm. I wonder what it is. Is that possible? Even in the finest nerve of my loneliness, can the realm open to me—just like that? I think someone is finding me in every universe. Or… what if he’s stuck there, without me?"

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Is being loved, real?

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Tears blurred my eyes. Suddenly,
"Meow, meow!"
I looked back.
Those eyes were blinking at me.
She caught my tears.
Her eyes could spell and cast magic
to heal my soul.

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Why did I sprout in the middle of the garden?
This was their concern.
Yet I woke up again, bringing hope to them.
They denied, cursed, and yelled at God, why?
Their curses made me weak.
My parts withered: flowers, leaves, everything.
My roots were stuck in their land.
I tried to pull them out myself
when they went unanswered by God.
They started to avoid me.
Now every day becomes my effort
to make it my last day in their land.

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I saw a man
Who is confused in darkness
I wave him my hand. 
He said I'm not enough.
He chose darkness.
And walk away.
He didn't know
I was a melting candle. 
For him.

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In the whispers of the wind,
I see those tears that touch me like a mist.
That gently veils the depths within.
Me and my other past self,
Which was trapped in an alternate reality,
Echoes of what could have been, whispers of what's yet to be.
I stopped for the moment.
What's happening?
Am I real?
I feel the timeline has changed.
Making the alternate the reality.
My past goes to the other universe,
While gifting me this.
Slowly the tears fade away.
I became the new painting in this realm.
And in vibrant colors, my soul finds its home.

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"Deep down, all I've ever desired is to be loved. Unfortunately, I've come to accept that it may never happen."

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How can I blame him?
It was me who imagined everything.

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"If I get a partner and become a mother, I will give my kids a good life. I will not allow any toxic societal pressures on my kids. If some stupid people ask me about my kids' marriage or whatever, that will be their last trespassing on others' lives. That is how angry I am. I will let my kids live as they wish. I just want to be near their strong fire. I will love them as I wish to be loved by my parents."

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