When dawn is never here, I can easily feel that my soul is slowly breaking into molecules, and then vanish in the air, entirely.
I longing for a pause, a sudden stop than require no intention, where I can act freely as my will.
However, people will judge; people will not understand, eventually I might just become another mindless corpse in this cold city.
I enjoy looking at the sky, clouds and endless of blues. I get into the addiction especially when I came to this metropolitan. I can't breath in the middle of solid metals, and deadly corpses. So, I star at the sky, hoping to get more freedom, and a relieve.
A closed friend paid me visit this week, it was wonderful to have him in this adjusting period, his words, his concerns, make me temporary out of the grayness.
He left this early morning, and I am sort of alone again, which I need to used to this, eventually.
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