Just Not Yet

norah
The Lark Publication
2 min readAug 18, 2021

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My friends
Are like a warm breeze on a winter day
They are silently
Yet loudly
Support me in every corner of their dark rooms
Holds me with their bruises arms
Show me something I can feel
And decided to listen to my dry and dull voice
Even if it’s a storm outside the window
Sometimes,
When I am out of focus
The world seems like nothing but a blurred
And every star seems as confused as my own brain
So I often count to eight —
And repeat it all over again
Wishing it could get me back to my sense
But, my friends make everything so easy
As loving me it’s an easy thing
They give, and give, and give, and give
Light up the dark forest inside my lifeless body
In spite of this,
I am still sniffing and sobbing
Because all my life
I have been watching the fractures of my heart
Scattered on the floor
And when the dark cloud hovered over me
I am hoping
May all these restless thoughts pass me by
Just like my teen years did
But, again
My friends make everything so easy
Their words echoed through my hollow chest
Send sparks to my blood vessels
And make me realize —
Maybe,
Just maybe,
I do not want to die
Just
Not yet.

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norah
The Lark Publication

A full time writer, part time lover. Controlled by the moon and the stars.