when there were storms,
i used to long for days when everyday is filled with joy.
when everything was perfect,
it's too fragile to withstand any of the future storms.


perhaps..

there's really a reason why
you can look up every night,
every star in heaven is in its place

there's a reason why
the full moon pulls the tide
and waves rolling to a shore that always wades


just like the sun belongs in the morning sky,
for at least another million reasons why.


perhaps, all of us would be able to find the reasons
and somewhere that we truly belong.
6:55 PM

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