monolog

salam

my weather's forecast...

its already in the beginning of summer...

everybody keep telling about the sudden humidity drop 

but why only myself getting so much thunder

its raining heavily inside

i miss...

the comfortable spring breeze

but thats the way season change

clear sky never get stop in heart

dark clouds pouring rain

this time it even flood

tears....

drop like maple leaves

during the sadness fall

at least captivate people's view

my existence

feels like maple leaves

that lays on ground

its way too far

from the chill winter

but how i wish

coldness turn the inside me

into ice 

glad if it become numb

as i will never feel anything anymore...