Isn't it sad?

That even when you're your complete self...you're not enough.

That even when you're so honest...you still get lies.

That although you ask for nothing...you always get just that.

Sometimes life just seems so not worth it.

Yet I can't think such things because something keeps me holding on everyday.

I don't know what it is exactly but it lives inside of me. I am grateful.

So I smile and see sunshine in all the gray and cloudy days.

I laugh when deep inside there is nothing that amuses me.

I love so hard. All the people I know. Some who don't love me the same. Some who don't love me at all.

Yet, I love.

I sit here wishing that the foolish things in life made sense. That my grandma was here. That my parents were parents...to me. I sit. Sometimes I cry.

I struggle. I can't stand still. I have to keep moving. For me.

For my cousin who doesn't see the world the same.

For my love who is far far away fighting for his life.

For my sister who just wants to be free.

I have to keep moving for me.

& I will.