SnS

Small and Simple. Wishing our life was so simple, like a speck blown by the wind and fly free from everything the world can offer. Even a speck can travel millions of miles to reach a place where it could rest and bloom like everyone. A place, a paradise in its own will. Unscathed of human hands and intervention. We dream of the day living out of free will, away from the eyes of judgement telling who should be, and dictate us where to go.

Sinned

In a minute as time goes by you have cleansed my hands to forget the past.

Even though it has been forgotten but not myself.

I still remember the night was filled with stars.

As I look up and pray for forgiveness, everything seems to fade in darkness.