When your life turns for better,
It does so oh so quietly,
Like all the good things
That happens out there.
Like how the sizzle of the sun slowly dissolves in the dying crimson of the evening sky.
Like how the fading raindrops soundlessly patter against our window panes, as if relaying their goodbyes one last time.
Like how my growing heartbeat sounds to my ears every time I decide to take destiny into my hands;
my scarred, feeble hands that are on the verge of breaking, with nothing to hold on to except my sheer faith.
So I relish the quietness of it all; because to me, they speak of the numerous triumphs that nobody sees,
Of the blessings disguised in the veil of ordinary.
Like every ordinary thing this Universe has ever created,
The sun, the moon, the galaxies afar,