/lit/ - Literature

As I looks upon the myriad sufferings of the world,
tears stream down my cheek.
And each droplet that falls down,
becomes and expansive lake of love.
When I surrender to this sadness,
which feels like millions of needles stabbing deep inside my heart;
there is a sudden glimpse of gold light, more brighter than trillions of stars, no longer it seems helpless.
The pain in me doesn't go away, but at least it becomes bearable.
Knowing that you're with me to stay.