I wish I could disappear,
drift to a world of pure peace,
where nothing hurts.
No worry.
No pain.
Just calm.
But I’m bound here.
Tied by love.
By chains.
I wish to fly.
Like a butterfly.
But my wings break.
Too much pain.
I know the truth.
Peace needs courage.
I must stay.
Face now.
Heal slow.
One day, I will fly.
We can’t see the whole story
inside another heart.
A smile might hide a sadness,
a laugh may hide a scar.
We think their life is perfect,
that trouble passes by,
but silent worries travel
behind each bright reply.
So don’t turn green with envy,
don’t measure side-by-side.
Follow your own pathway
and hope they walk in light.
I don’t care who you love,
or if your gaze ever finds me.
I don’t care if you’re mine
in this life… or not.
My only care
is the depth of my love for you.
My only care
is the memory I hold—
the moments we shared
in a life now passed.
That love,
those memories—
they are enough.
For me…
they will always be enough.
There comes a moment
when the world falls quiet,
and we feel truly alone.
In those depths,
happiness drains away—
an emptying, drop by slow drop.
Then, the learning begins:
to embrace solitude.
To walk alone, to sleep alone,
to wake alone, to eat alone.
Each act becomes a quiet lesson
in self-reliance.
Slowly, bit by bit,
a strange comfort settles
in this aloneness.
A quiet happiness begins to bloom.
And in that profound space,
life teaches the soul
how to live in peace.
Sometimes…
that feels better than anything else.
Life is unpredictable—
no one knows what comes next.
We chase the future endlessly,
yet all we truly possess
is now—
this single, fleeting breath.
Everything else—
the wealth we build, the names we claim,
the things we own—
may vanish in a heartbeat,
like smoke in the wind.
It was never certain.
It never will be.
Then why…
Then why…
why do we hold revenge in our hearts?
Why do we turn each other into enemies?
Why do we hurt those who are hurting too?
We are not gods.
No lightning in our hands,
no stars beneath our feet.
We are just humans—
fragile, faltering,
haunted by time.
And in that truth, perhaps we can find peace.
Perhaps we can learn to be kind.
I see the pain within your eyes,
the silent ache inside your heart.
Why are you suffering all alone?
You don’t have to—
You are not alone.
I’m with you—
now and forever.
Just feel my presence,
listen closely…
I’m here.
Don’t worry—
this time will pass.
Happiness will return,
the colours will rise again.
So hold on.
I’m with you,
now and forever.
Without knowing what to do,
I stood at the top of a hill.
The wind was blowing— soft, steady, free.
I closed my eyes and listened.
It felt as if the wind were playing a song just for me.
In that moment, something inside me shifted.
The wind whispered, “You are not alone.”
It felt as though someone was there, just to comfort me.
I stayed.
Let the wind hold me.
Let it wash away my weight.
And even with no one else beside me, I felt strong again.
Some people are alive,
but only on the outside.
Inside,
they’ve already died,
or are slowly fading
day by day.
Sometimes,
I feel the same way.
Life feels unfair.
I used to think I was strong,
that I could handle anything.
But now,
I’m not so sure.
I’m tired.
Worn down.
Empty.
I smile,
but no one sees the pain behind it.
No one hears the quiet cries.
There’s no one I can tell—
no one who truly understands.
Waiting doesn’t hurt—
not yet, not for me.
Waiting for you
feels like a special journey,
like quiet hope, a little light,
guiding me through day and night.
But deep inside, I’m a little afraid—
what happens when this waiting fades?
What if the end brings only pain?
What if things don’t feel the same?
The dreams I had, so full of light,
could disappear into the night.
Still, I keep walking this unknown way,
enjoying the moments, day by day.
I don’t know where this road will go,
but I don’t need to rush or know.
I’m just breathing, here and now,
with peace inside—I don’t ask how.
But deep inside, I’m a little afraid—
what happens when this waiting fades?
What if the end brings only pain?
What if things don’t feel the same?
The dreams I had, so full of light,
could disappear into the night.
I treasure each step, each breath I take,
for love itself—not what’s at stake.
I don’t need the final line,
just the silence that feels like mine.
Because sometimes, the waiting part
is where we find the truest heart.
The waiting, yes, the waiting—
is the most beautiful part of love.
Why do you wander through my dreams so often— so quietly— without my permission?
In this life, I hold no memory of you.
Yet still… you feel profoundly familiar.
Are you a whisper from a past life?
Were we something, once, somewhere, before time erased our names?
I do not comprehend— what are you destined to be for me?
A lesson learned?
A persistent longing?
A love left unfinished?
Now, I seek your presence on the paths I tread.
Searching for your eyes in the faces of strangers.
Your voice echoing in silence.
But you are nowhere— only a fleeting shadow within my mind.
Who are you, indeed?
Why do you grace my dreams, only to dissolve with the dawn?
I cannot recall. But I cannot release you, either.
Where are you, truly?
Heartbeats with YSA 