I wrote a poem;

i was sitting at a place where you could only see the lights of hope and not sacrifice

it’s not easy to name

the place was not easy to remain

i could only be there when i try to escape this present state

people call me crazy

and strange

still i feel that ,that place really thinks i’m great

would you love to see that place where i stay?

come i’ll show you

read my eyes

and that day

you’ll see the alluring me