Blogging let me relieve my thoughts. Here goes~
don't know how to tell you, should it carry on like this?
a sense of anticipation but fraught with mundane spirit, as if it was due for me.
is it a routine that i'll wait for it? or just a sweeping wind that flies past with wings?
will the weed be able to support its neck? how long will the weed be able to support? i wonder
questions after questions, as if testing an experiment.the
wind awaits and tested with diligence and patience
while the weed hopes for the sunlight and wind that shares secrets.
is the ending like all failures?
the wind blows gently...
telling you my secret, will you hold it close to your heart?
zip it up and hide it away.
sometimes a child needs some protection and care
reminds me of the immature adulthood i once hated.
its like a pillow without it's casing,
naked, empty and vulnerable