You said it.
This might be happiness.
There are no clouds.
floating leaves.
Drops of water fall.
The dream is over.
I bend my tired body.
Was it all necessary?
Something fell from my hand.
I'm worried about only that.
Where are you now?
Can I come too?
It keep on hurting.
I'm alone all the time.
Surrounded by stupid people.
Am I good at laughing?
It is selfish of me.
Because it is my only guard.
While I deny it in mind,
I only want a place to be able to go back to.