It's all about a pranksters

I'm going to on block soon. Miss them even though have to leave. I finally found my happiness after i stepped into it. They make my life become wonderful but miserable, so contradicting. I realized that what is life all about. They do made me cried when i saw them tortured by syringe and tube. All those tubing inserted all over the body. They will not despair no matter how suffer they are, it's paramount in order to ensure that they are willing to brace for it and get well soon. Promised to meet again.

“Give them the world.”


And every once in a while,
when golden sunlight filters through the cracked blinds of your office,
brightening it up at such an extreme angle-
I can still catch that globe spinning.

The papers lay untouched, in a neat stack on your desk.
And your bed is still unmade- ruffled up sheets and pillow cases
serving as planned out constellations and landmarks,
all arranged perfectly, from which you drew your chart.