The weight we carry on our shoulders brings us to the ground.
Yet bravely we look up in the sky, waiting for the shroud of night.
I am angry at the world and its injustice, yet your voice like a call of sirens calms the sea of emotions.
At the same time, you shake up my private world with excitement.
Our scars like puzzles fit together glued by empathy.
A single confession can flood the eyes of multiple people.
High above the solid ground, we walk on the line hoping not to fall.
So close yet impossible distance apart we play our pre-written parts.
After many talks between venus and mars, I noticed the stars shine brighter when reflecting your eyes.