Right now .

Is you giving up on me --
Is you leaving me --
AND --
Never come back .

Please don't .


I was never good at dealing with the part where people left my life .

Sometimes it felt as if my heart and dreams were shattered to pieces .
We let people touch our lives --
And when they do --
They leave a mark .
Whether it's heartbreaking --
Or heartwarming .

We are never the same .
At least I never was .

At some point --
I started to feel like i evolved --
Evolved into a slightly different for everyone who left me .
I came to know that dreams might die --
And eventually other dreams will awaken .
And maybe --
Without realizing it I touch lives and dreams of others too .

Because in the end --
I know you too may be leave me .
I just know and I'm used to it .

Dear --
Even dreams come to die .

Do anyone truly and genuinely need me ?


It's me.
I'm still here.
Observing --
Judging --
Thinking to left everyone --
Overthinking --
And writing.

Nothing special.
It just that I'm addicted to mystery --
And now I've become one.