Sands of Time

Just like how the wind swipes away all the sand,
or the water wash away the dirt,
I think time will erase memories meant to be forgotten.

At least, if that's not possible,
I hope it will turn them into a good one, and make us forget that they once stung.

Beyond the Line

As reckless as a fool,
I sometimes do something,
just to see,
how far will I go?

It's good to be a rationalist.
But tiring.
And boring.
And pessimistic.
But not that I want to change.
I can't.

So sometimes, just sometimes,
I let myself go.
Crossing the line just a little bit.
And a little bit more.
And more.
I'm pushing my limit.
I am simply just curious how far I can go.

Because once I thought I knew myself.
Yet I don't.
And I'm eager to see what lies beyond the line.

Do you know such a feeling?
The curiosity. The doubt. The guts. The carefulness yet the recklessness.
It excites me as much as it scares me.

It's not what comes after that scares me.

It's myself.
I'm scared of how far I want to go.

Human World

In this corrupted, tainted world,
how do we stay pure?
How do we trust,
for humans are full of egoist intentions?
How do we love,
as it deserves to be?

As people say how naïve we are,
I just don't want to grow into a cold-hearted adult.