12 am Thoughts

I like rain but not wet roads.

And the weather’s coldness that cools my soul

Is an ambiance where my body finds its warmest comfort.

I may rinse my hands but that doesn’t mean I am already clean.

Like pain and secrets, just because we cannot see them

Doesn’t mean they aren’t real.

I think of something but can’t put it in words.

The feeling that something exists

But only I can know it most.

I wonder why things happen for a reason.

Like my life is a plot that is already written in tablets of stones,

And none of any possibility could change my story to be told.

I have trust issues and I don’t like it.

I force myself to be open to any kinds of “hello”

But in the end, all turned to me being alone.

So I’ll just sigh for another tomorrow.

Here waiting and wondering my thoughts.

Maybe soon or long, someone will come,

And mind me being explored more.