There are people who weep after sinning.
People who imprison themselves after living.
People who lose after loving.
People who fall after winning.
People who sleep on the shards of their own broken dreams.
People who learn only after they bleed.
There are people who jump after climbing.
People who fly after falling.
People who fall asleep after awaiting sunrise.
People who crumble as they say “I’m fine.”
There are people who disconnect with their passions after achieving success.
People who would rather hope and yet never expect.
People who forget after vowing to remember always.
People who look for stars even in the morning’s sun rays.
People who prefer to collect rocks instead of sea-shells.
People who prefer to have friends over best friends.
There are people who love even after breaking.
People who realize only after forgetting.
People who yearn for freedom from their own imprisoning ghosts.
People who wait for winds to sail their boats.
There are people who keep believing after being let down.
People who bloom only after having drowned.
And these people, they’re all around while the earth rotates with them.
And these people, they’re all hell bound and I bleed with them.