A thought

When i look again at my whole, it all seems black. Although the world i know is definitely composed by black and white-- but as i grow older, it all seems to mix to the point i don't know which one should be right and wrong. 

The darkness has been engulfing me since i don't know when. I've been seeking a light despite the darkness itself possibly my delusion.

The dreams i was carried on turns out merely a fulfillment towards the aching pain all the time. 

The stage and stairs i've been climbing upon just to distract my focus on something looks worth. 

I can't deny that i want to be a sunshine for the people. 

I want the world to just get better in a flick of second. 

An idealism without considering the manners of how things really work on. 

I was standing, alone. I wish for it myself. Just, i never realize it. I'm never alone.

The brimming stars once became far as the sky i held is manifested into distances with me. 

I looked upon it time by time, pretended to ignore the ache in my chest. 

Sometime myself just got worse. I felt really alone. But i know for most, i hate the word 'lonely' said by someone who in reality, just can't see the bright that shines upon them in the universe. 

I realized myself i had a lot of time glaring at the darkness. Honestly, i still feel everything must be redeemed. But at this point, i feel it won't fruit any use again for myself. 

I echoed to the me hundred times. I want to survive.