Dark days

Maybe,we enjoy our dark days.

Heartache before sunrise,

black stories before bed time,

endless sea of confusion in life.

Days keep flying through our eyes,

birds of hope keep our company.

The full moon loneliness remains a mystery.

Maybe,we enjoy our dark days,

or maybe ... it enjoys our company

Dear Sunday

Dear Sunday,
It's my first time to decide to write you a letter to tell you that i hate you, from all my heart and soul i tried to make you a feel good day but i failed. No matter how hard i try i spend you all with myself fighting and debating like the whole world is over our shoulders. My dear Sunday i keep on trying but i fail to be happy with you. It's like you're cursed or something with me being born with you. Together we started and every week you keep reminding me of things i don't want to remember , like why was i born and where am going and how am i doing in this thing you brought me into. I wish i could tell you that am tired of you and no matter how slowly you go or fast you could go , i wish one day i could find peace within you.