Ways of my surviving

Day by day, old thoughts for the past are swinging restlessly in my brain. If I can get the magic wand, I'll create a room. In that room, I'll let our past running as before. My friend, whatever, days gone by.

I'm the one who was spelled by my own curse. I run, close my eyes and run. I've run. All I can hear is the sound of wind against my ears. When there is nothing left to cling onto, I just embrace your smile and run. I've run to the place of where I can freely breath.

I never try to explain to anyone, my friend, (just like the words once I've read), for the people who understand me, they don't need my explanations. Walking on that way pushes me far from reality. I dream both day and night, just let myself free from that hurts.

Trying to hug the tree, trying to kiss the flower, trying to love the sky, trying to sleep under stars, trying to .................. , one day, I will rest in ground of carefree grass. Wish you will be by my side.

Sometimes, stepping upon the leaves make the sound of broken heart. I was just haunted by my own shadow.

Sometimes, eyes can't hide the inferior in my mind. Missing you throw me deeper to the dark.

I'm the stupid flower who is trying to survive without water.