There is something indescribable

In a way we feel content

With crashing waves and sand under our feet

Like how the wind touches our skin

With the glowing sun and us, underneath.

How beautiful it is to stay sane

In the middle of deafening metal bands

And indie music;

Red cups and trash packs.

Places we run to, people we confide

We almost lose track of time

Now, I want to hide


Is it wrong to want something so bad your heart longs for it?

Like eating shrimps when you have allergies,

beating the red light on narrow streets

Is it wrong to wish I was the one you were staring at

along the crowded place and music rites

You look so fine, all I did was sigh