short story

have not really taste it
we r now standing here, looking at what warmth means
this time i resolutely face uninhibitive obsession
whether this being right or wrong
even if i fall deep
even if i grasp on to uncertainty
don tell me what i should do
that i should open my eyes
u r not me
how can u understand
even if i grasp on to uncertainty
let me hold on to it with no regret
i am not as perfect as u may think
sometimes i also can't distinguish right or wrong
it's not that i don't want to walk out of uncertainty
but only this time
this time it's myself and no one else
whose heart should i use to realize
to truly upon my surroundings
it's something that accompany me going in circle everyday
that entanglement
how can it be short
tea not yet finished already turn sour
unable to say
the tenderness was close yet never touching
loitering between something that resemble bitterness and sweetness
love or sentiment borrowed to fill a night
hesitating between something
togetherness and departure
it's like viscious yet diluted
what is keeping what warm
how could i treat them as an ordinary thing
i have never listened to the sound
of fondling flower petals by your thumb
it was our embrace to last forever
the stars won't change
the lies won't discovered
i cherish it all
i close my eyes and admit to the story
nothing matters
we have never admired a view in freezing weather
nor have we scaled a snow-capped mountain
but i know the sky will continue to be sunny