Sitting in a quiet cafe, listening K-pop that I used to lived with,
Secretly wishing for this world fully stop.
Sometimes I imagine myself sinking deep down to the ground,
Or I want to hide from everything, from everyone.
Sometimes my feet are heavy to lift up, it's hard to step forward.
Sometimes I feel like crying for no special reasons.
Looking out of the window,
Hoping to find any clue that this life is worth living,
Or hoping to find the reason why I am here.
Staring wimpy trees on the sidewalk,
Looking up grey clouds on May sky.
Am I seeing bright sunset behind the grey clouds?
Would that be the sign?
A late Saturday afternoon in May, people still keep walking.
They talk, laugh, share their lives with friends, lovers, pets,
They ride bicycle, drive on Elston ave, they wait for date, a child points at sidewalk flowers.
Life goes on,
outside of the window, there are still lives, they make their own memories.
A gentle sunset lays on them, lets them shine,
The sparkles of hope sprays on me,
I surrender to its gentleness.
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"When life's problems seem overwhelming, look around and see what other people are coping with. You may consider yourself fortunate." - Ann Landers