Among the void of myself, I place a sound. All of a sudden it disappears in nothingness, leaving me a panic silence. Coming up with a fear inside, I try to run away. A silent force keeps me still, yet remains in me the most painful wound. I don't know which way to go, here or there? Then God shows me to stay. Of darkened thinkings, I choose the least dark, in hope that I shall be safe. But since the answer is "in vain", I have nowhere to go but the chaos, where the hauting feeling speaks it all. Daring not hope anymore, I travel by far. Someone by chance sees a dead corpse, dancing under the moonlight of sorrow, beloving his sweetheart, crying for tomorrow?
It's been more than two weeks since I received your last concern. You may feel it better to stay from afar and look at me, and giving no words but mental care. However, I don't feel so from your behaviours. We are getting more and more distant from each other day by day. Whatever I do, you're still in silence. The things are greatly despairing to me, who should raise the hand up and say "I surrender". I should confess my real thinking before anything could reach further than it should.
Among the convoluted paths I have been walking, I can't choose a particular easy way. You come to me all of a sudden. I never think that it will go this way. Then the heart is not easy to control. Whenever I try to write you off, your shape makes a deeper impression on my mind. And I ask myself: What are poems made for? Where will our story end? How can I find a place to settle in? A lot of questions are made by my inner self. Yet you don't know how hard I have to tried. We are just friends, to you. That's fine.
But I ensure that there's an empty space I reserve for you in my mind, where you're welcome whenever you want to stay.