The Plate Boundaries

It was like a nightmare
me and her – we were best friend
and yet, the relationship we have were diverged;
we both move away from each other
because it was meant to be diverged.

It’s like life wants me to feel broken often
me and him –
we converged,
we collide
but there was an event occurred, the earthquake
someone is not happy, someone is hurt
and because it was meant to happened.

Lastly, I felt numb for this often happens
me and a group of friends –
we were legendary,
we were solid
now, we sliding past each other
like we never made memories
and a history.

What life is? 

It was a bleak night

The stars shone

The moon’s so wonderful —

I can live at the top of the building, just looking at those wonderful things. 

        Yet, the reality won’t live for nothing.
Life always hit you, isn’t it? 
Life is weird. It’s ironic. 

This explains everything:

It gives you friends to bond with, to share with, and to talk about life. Then, more than friends and became your best friend.
It’s ironic —

Then, she will be your best enemy.