THROUGH

Getting up. Crawling through the thorns. A blood bath. Body covered with petals of red roses. Gravity pulling the body down. Tried to held out a hand but cant seems to reach it. The fragrant of death filled up the lung of an innocent prince. Became numb. No directions, stuck with unsolved decisions. Being put in the maze. Without a compass. Used to be one. Broken. Needy but acted arrogantly. Its an empty vessel.Used to be filled with lots of colors. Colors. Fade away from time to time. False memories. It is now just an empty junk filled with echoing air. Particles moving and collides with each other. The love and care you feel towards them grow stronger from time to time. Tired. Can't seem to find the right time to finally settle down. A waste. A boy walks out from the dark, standing under the glimpse of lights, looking up. He sees sky, tears running down. He again prostrates, lifting his hands up and started to mutter his determined, honest, willful, soulful, heart-throbbing prayers. Each sentences cost a drop of tear. He soon became dehydrated. Tired. He never knows. Those uncertainty of thoughts. Played by mind. A boy with big dreams. Tried to walk on his own. Fell down. Tried to fly. Achieved it. They said the higher you go the harder you will fall. Karma became his nightmares. A boy who fly so high falls down. Icarus. Crawling in the search of a safe place.A safe place is nowhere to be found...