I feel like
It’s too crowded
Same place
But not same you
All the chatters ans laughters
Become a huge noise marsh.
What a faded yellow tone
sunshines bring after the dawn
Morning is not good.
Every darkness is not black.
It might be too high and just too deep
Every “too light” is dark.
Every dark is so special.
Special to the master
who can embrace.
Too noisy to live in here
A ringing in my ears.
Head is heavy
For my shoulders.
Not okay to keep going
Keep carrying
Would it make me more innocent
if I’d tell my mistakes out loud.
Can a sin be gentle?
How ears have this much open burden
While we were having
only one pair of lips
Jump or fall.
Gravity is unique,
inevitable.
You change the verb.
Not the reality.
Choose.
Choose.
Immerse in the worst point of the
stinky network
which is called by adulthood.
Protect your nose.
It never forgets memories.
What you create or
The ones you are not even aware
Born alone.
Born with cries.
Choose.
How to live.
How to die.
