serenity

some days i imagine myself as a feather

quiet, floating, and calm.

riding the cold wind to a far away land

drifting from the noise, away from the sadness

other days, i see myself as a charcoal

placed in a fire, lighted up and burned,

my body turned into ashes

—forgotten, left alone in the cold.

but today, i look in the sky and its calm state

it's as if the world had stopped,

i close my eyes and hear the birds sing to me

i feel the warm sun and cold wind hit my skin

today, i am feeling the world's serenity

when have i felt this last? up till when will this last?

even my heart doesn't know but it's beating faster

and i know, i want this to be forever.

—combustingcolours