keeping my conscious to unconsciously differentiate myself.

the quietness of the night
is keeping my conscious
to unconsciously differentiate myself.
i danced, i scream, i laugh, i cry
and i am me...

there is only one pure solitude

at anywhere i go,
there is no such a festive circumstance.
there is only one pure solitude,

the unspoken repress every inch of my sense

when i couldn't describe the color of the rain
and the smell of the rainbow
i become numb and mute,
the unspoken repress every inch of my sense
....

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the life of a fish

for a while, i live the life of a fish...
everything looks so clearly through the glass
but i can only stare and admire everything
without doing or even to touch it a little.

'till the end of the day

i will stay here 'till the end of the day
although i knew you will never come back...

present in the absence