trip

i will fly away from here.
i have longed to visit myself in a very far place.

over the clouds

there is chaos in here somewhere.

there is fear, pain and doubts.

there is peace out there somewhere.

there is courage, healing and trust.

there is a me in here somewhere...

there is a you out there somewhere.

archive

i have closed your book.
never to be opened and read again.
the plot has ended. the author is done.

another thing to archived in my heart.

cold

warm this heart...
i'm barely feeling.

close doors

all i could say was...

'it could have been me.'

beginning

and the time finally comes to ask...

when can i meet 'the me' again?
back when 'she' was with you..
i like 'her' very much to show up again.

eros

in a distance
i can feel you..
yet when you're near..
something is amiss.

i don't want to linger anymore.
i want to lure and seek.