disguised-as-the-sky

miiche💜 | dumping feelings in poesy☁️✨

[disguisedasthesky]

That passing moment/ when a song you used to play on repeat/ is on radio at 3am / you see yourself from two years back/ practicing your role for a drama in high school/ dancing to a melody in the backstage with your friends—you were swarmed with friends then/ who are now the reason why you've locked your heart in a vault now/ the song comes to a stop—you're heartbroken and glad.

-miiche.

[disguisedasthesky]

No wonder I feel comforted

when the sky cradles me in her arms;

I was one of her children—a star, billions of years ago.

-miiche.

[disguisedasthesky]

How to break a person?

Love someone fiercely

and leave them with no goodbye.

-miiche

[disguisedasthesky]

You told me I was a beautiful rose, and burnt my petals in the end.

-miiche

[disguisedasthesky]

I sit in my room.

Life, like a bus that is biting

on its accelerator, is passing outside

when I'm just stuck in my room.

If you haven't seen my blazing fire

or my dying smoke, I wonder

If I've lived at all.

-miiche

[disguisedasthesky]

I ran into books/ when life was unbearable/ found a whole new world/ under a rabbit hole/ and I haven't come back yet.

I don't know when I ever will, if I ever will.

-miiche

[disguisedasthesky]

Today, I saw my reflection for the first time, on my morning cup of coffee—dark, bitter, hazy. I was draining it down my throat and I felt like I was consuming myself.

-miiche

[disguisedasthesky]

Home is another name for graveyard. It is the graveyard—of the person I used to be; I don't know what home means for others.

miiche

[disguisedasthesky]

I wish I were any part of the nature but myself—Look how the sky and the mountains merely exist, taking no effort to be beautiful; but they're the first drawing of each child.

I wish I was somebody's first drawing.

miiche