It’s too dark.. She loses her path.. It’s too bright.. It makes her blind.. This is not what she wants.. The purity has been gone.. The innocence has been lost.. This is not what she wants.. Where should she go?
This is spring. I dreamt of snow. Beautiful. I was bringing my suitcase. On the way to go home. And it’s not a new story. If I miss my home. If I want to go home. If I want to meet you. But, this is my song. A song for the place where my heart stays… Continue reading An Old Song
Now they can see her tears. It happens again. She lets her hands to be held. “Don’t hold them if you want to leave her at the end!” And she’s crying. She always cries. I don’t know what it is. But “this thing” is excruciatingly killing her. Killing her smile, her happiness, her faith. “You will… Continue reading Sad Girl
It was quiet.. And slowly she opened her eyes. The sun really struggled to peak the earth, but that day, the clouds were the kings. Along the wind blew, a sad news came from falling tiny cottons, that God called someone, to leave this weakened world. “Oh, so, this is snow.” Staring blankly and staggering. Between the sadness… Continue reading “So, this is snow”