“How is he?”, asked by an old friend.
I didn’t know what am I going to say.
Three? Four years? I don’t know.
Time really flies so fast, that I can’t remember the last time we saw each others’ face with a smile, but I do remember the feeling of being love and hurt by a single person.
You said I am your sky, for you look at it whenever you’re lonely and its your sweet escape from reality.
I feel like flying, happy and free…
I am like a bird who finds my mate and flies together in the horizon.
I am happy.
but then you left and said “I can forgot everything, even someone when my mind’s occupied”.
I landed in the depths of ‘whys’. Hurt.
Am I just someone? or maybe just nobody.
I couldn’t feel my wings.
I forgot how to fly.
I can’t reach the sky.
I hid through the branches of sadness and sorrow.
I can't find my purpose.
But then the sun shone through the dark days and made me realize that just like the sun that still shines through the sky filled with clouds…
I can still fly slowly and lowly, or at least reach the sky by moving forward and upward build a ladder of hope for myself and think that this is just a stop over and not a destination.
Soon, I will touch the sky and will remember how to fly.