Another night, another question to myself

"Does this ever end"?

Waking up in the morning, nothing comes to mind only thinking

"What should I do now"?

Another day, another things to done

And it's night again, sometimes I don't know what to do,

Both eyes shut but always like an owl,

Every night is a battle with mix emotion,

Thinking hard what to do the next day to come,

Sometimes hunger doesn't come to mind when darkness came.

Healing is hard when no one ask your "okay"

Feelings are always valuable,

In someone who struggles more,

It's better to let yourself enjoy what is surrounded by you,

The green grass, the trees that flow along with the wind, a skies that comes with a warm and calm clouds,

All we need to do is to look clearly to heal our selves,

Appreciate on things that we didn't look for or we didn't have.