what time is it? its ticking, right? but why does it matter?
each day, every hours, every seconds..all the same
hello, is anybody there? who is it that you’re looking for?
for they’re all the same
only one truth remains. you are all alone
why is it matter? love…hate…despair..
why is it matter at all?
i just wanna be pure. white without justified
clear between the mist. a little faith and honesty
and there under the autumn leaves, sitting nicely warm and all in hands
between the books, papers & ink. wooden table & harmony
my simple dream…being at beautiful peace in the place where i belong
being exist in a simple nothingness
If only we can take a break from society without being Chris of ‘Into the Wild’ or Max of ‘Where The Wild Things Are’, I would like to be where the leaves are…somehow…