I need a break,
From all the rest I’ve taken,
The day has been slow,
And feels slower as it should,

I am losing my mind,
Spending too much time inside,
Talking to my thoughts,
Not a great companion too,

What do you call this?
Boredom?
Or just me,
Being sick and tired.

Have you tried,
Eating a watermelon?

A bloody red,
Fleshy yet crunchy meat inside,

The gushing red liquid,
Sweet and cold running inside me,

In every slices,
Quenching the thirsts and hunger,

Fulfilling my day,
After a day of fasting.

It is really silly,
To think about,
The things that never happen,
The things that should happen,
The things that will happen,
When the real matter,
Is pretty much,
Moving on after it happened.

I’m tired,
Dreaming every night,
On surreal visions,
Filled with hopes,

And to wake up,
In the morning,
With confusion,
Of everything was a dream.

As I woke up,
You are the first,
To be inside my head,
Stirring my thoughts,

It’s all about uncertainties,
And yet we never knew each other.

The mirror is mocking me,
Smirking bitterly,
Taunting endlessly,
Rubbing the salt on my wound,

I mock the mirror mocking me,
Shattered on the floor,
Who is at loss now?
It still mocking me.

How I wish,
The seed of curiosity,
In each of our interaction,
Grow and become bigger,
A garden filled with flowers,
And everlasting.

I will keep on remembering,
All the little time we spent,
The small talks we had,
And the future we want to have,

And you asked the impossible,
All the treasures to be forgotten.