slippery hands

whenever sadness creeps in my head, my friends are always there. i always have someone to make me calm down. they always listen to my whims. they never get tired of my shts. advices are always there. their guidance are clearing my path. i never get lost as far as i am currently in right now. i never felt so lost my entire life. this is the only moment i got very lost. my friends are nowhere to be reached by. my family wouldn’t even understand i am feeling.

i thought writing will be my only way to express myself. i thought pen would be the only one to make me calm. i thought paper would be my only listener. clearly not. there is someone who volunteered himself. yet my hands are too soaked by my tears that when i tried holding into him, my hands slipped away.