Friday, February 15, 2008 @6:48 PM
Drip, drip, drip.
Tears that flow,
That touched the ground,
One by one.
Closing my eyes once more,
Wondering when will my last be.
At the same time,
Hoping that when I open my eyes,
I'll see nothing.
Sometimes I wish that I couldn't see,
Couldn't see this world as clear as it is now.
Every face, every guesture, everyone.
How many that walks past me,
And how many do I know?
So close and yet, so far.
Sometimes I hope that I can see for a longer time,
See the world as it is.
Paint my own colours along with its,
And feel the smooth texture.
How long will that be?
Or is it a dream that will be gone when I open my eyes?
If so,
Allow me to dream on.
~To the world of dreamers~
~Andromeda