05/12/2024
—what's inside a shell
You may disagree with me if I say I don't like watching the sunset—fascinating with a crimson beauty.
When the sunset begins to sit down West, one by one from left and right — it seems it appears to whisper to wave a good-bye to whoever you are with. You want them to stay but can't be— they have to go home with their fam, make food and eat with a luxurious rejoice and take a nap.
I don't know this dishonesty inside me where it never forbids me — to tell you honestly, you are incredibly astonishing but you're reminding me that every end-time cuts a heart, I didn't ask for a sudden leave nor permanence but indeed a graceful manner in a sense of genuinety wherein time does not run faster when you enjoy it.
I don't know why, but you're reminding me of good-bye — unforgiving or not, prepared or not. time is up and if I don't leave,then, enjoy sitting alone which is unfair for me to do because even you never last in my eyes when I watched 'til it switched to moon.
