It is night again, and sleep still evades me, The night before last, I could not sleep at all, Yesterday, I could not eat, This morning, I barely finished a single bite of food, No matter what I do, everything feels empty, What will ever make me feel okay? My mother, yes, my mother, She is in my thoughts and in my dreams, My mother, right, my mother, I wish for her, hoping she might change, The way I feel. My mother, where exactly is my mother? She is gone, taken by death already, Perhaps that is why I feel like I am also dead. Life has no color, life has no lif e. 😔
Welcome to my blog, Here, you’ll find a collection of reflections that capture the essence of my experiences, as well as the stories and emotions of those around me. My writing is not solely a mirror of my own life; rather, it is a lens through which I observe the world and drawing inspiration from the people I encounter, the moments I witness, and the events that shape my collective existence. I'm writing not to impress but to express.