i watched,
the fake tears of pretended innocence
i sensed,
the wild beating of a lonesome heart,
i said
come to me, and i heard you laugh.

an episode of undirected story-
left me wishing..
there is still more

the hangover of a sweet dream
like an addiction,
stays with me

traces remain,
hope, loneliness, dreams..
i can’t think clear.

you promished me beauty,
i lost my sight,
you promished me freedom,
where is the light?
tried to catch some fish,
in the tide..
and found you waiting
at the other side..