In the image of the forgotten message,
I saw the fabric of truth
where pain brought about happiness
and I hanged on to it,
like pawpaws in summer.
Fate they called it,
yet my eyes remained painful with logs that had been pushed in by my own emotional connection.
I could be free,
that thought had hit my mind,
what for if,
my heart fought back.
If only clouds could be summoned,
my life would remain a breeze
and only to you.
To live a timeline, that hails the joy
just to say hello.
