today marks the six months after.
after what exactly, i haven’t yet quite figured out.
perhaps after leaving the life as i knew it
or six months after i saw my sister
six months after i last saw sher
six months or more after i last waved goodbye to some of my most dearest friends

have lost and gained a lot in this short while
and been trying to pick myself up from down below
to make a sense of this madness
maybe i don’t really have to be anything
maybe i don’t really have to do anything
maybe i should care
maybe i should just let go

but all in all, i’m very much the same
living very much the same life minus the toys and luxuries
it’s not the sky that’s the same everywhere i go
cause here even the sky has a different shade
but its me and what’s within me that’s always the same
so six months after what exactly?

or maybe i should change?
or maybe i should forget?
or maybe i should forgo?

i’m off to bed
i haven’t had shitty nights like this in a while,
not feeling nostalgic but what’s with me again?