I'm tired of finding myself. It feels like counting stars which never ends. It feels like reading an infinite book and believing that this time the chapter will end. I keep turning the pages in hopes of an empty shore with the sound of folks coming from the remarkably end.

I'm tired. Tired of pondering every night that I won't make those missteps just to arise in the morning and recite those regrets. Regrets that make me feel humiliated like I had done nothing just like a gardener who wants the flowers to bloom but only waits for the clouds to water them.

In the stillness of the night, my heart took a toll,And it felt like someone just tore apart my soul. The soul who taught me how to love is now gone, Leaving me to navigate this world alone, withdrawn.