Myths

It was weird that myth is a myth.
to be living in this cruel society makes me think.
there is another world.
where i can feel at ease.
it was ancient.
i can feel its sorrow.
it looks bright but yet so dark.
that intense feeling trapped in ur heart.
cant escape,cant breathe,im choked.
then i realize theres a beads crawling out my eyes.
it was pretty,white and pure.
i guess thats how feeling work.
we are our own utopia.
creating our own myth.
we are the portal of ourselves.