FAILURE...
I saw myself as a huge failure
I am the epitome of failure
Someone who's just there to create chaos
Someone made the world imperfect.
I am living in the days where mornings can't see due to such darkness embodied the world. I can't see the light. I felt the sun is too dim for me to appreciate.
I am a failure.
All these days, I am frightened. Frightened about what happened yesterday. I have countless whys and what ifs. I don't have courage. I don't own it because...
I am a failure.
I have weary eyes. These eyes of mine are so tired, tired of crying every day. It sees the world perfectly... so perfect that I can't get along. We're afraid that we might ruin the stillness and everything nice about the world. We're tired of the negative criticisms.
I am a failure.
I am an enormous walking failure... so huge to create hatreds in the world. I can create painfulness, sadness, grievances, and jealousies. I am a huge pool of negativity. I hate myself for that.
I am a failure.
..... I am a failure until he came.
He's my good morning. The sunshine which endows my life with light and sincerity. He's the windbreaker in my umbrella when everybody treats me with their cold wind. He's my jacket when I feel coldness and absence of love. He's the only person who makes me warm... He is someone who makes me alive. He teaches me how to live with love again.
With him, I feel no failure.
He's the reason I am writing now. He's the reason for my happiness. With him, I realize how envious I am. How blessed I am because I have him. He brings out what's best in me... No, scratch that...
He is the best in me.
... and this piece is for him.