Retreating,
and never moving,
to my new beginnings.

For the comforts of my heart’s language,
Turned into a baggage,
To my new beginnings.

The story of us
It goes something like this

Like how the sun and the moon were destined for the same sky but have never met

or how the ocean retreats from the shore timelessly even after a countless reset

And as tragic as it seems
The story of us
It went something like a story that I shouldn’t have miss.

For the story of us,
Was written by The All Best.

I thought to myself what you’d be like without me,
But I found myself in you.

I thought to myself what I’d be like without you,
And instead I found myself stirring in my coffee’s brew.

For I realise I couldn’t find myself without you,

Nor could I, even by sailing through the seventh ocean’s blue.

For our hearts were never made in twos.

A new year
A new start

A new year
A new heart

A new year
A new life chart

For a new year,
Marks a new scarred part.