I lost track of time. I thought I could catch up with time. But of course, I can’t.

All those noise surrounding me, all those emotions are not mine.
I could hear the sound of it, close to my heart, but not mine.
It was never my story. I wish I can offer some sort of solution at times, but I am no saint.
I have my imperfection.
I fazed out, sometimes because I could not say what is best.

I hope I have done my part as a listener.

I try to be myself, but yet I lie. The lies that I weave are oh so intricate.