Tuesday, December 07, 2004
"My tears drift out of me
just like a sea of misery"
"Maybe they left me"
I am often silent in front of the sages
The silence is like a cloud at dusk
behind silence there's a wound
behind indifference there's a weakness
I smile and say that I'm not afraid of loneliness
but I hold back the tears
How I wish that someone could light a lamp for me
warm the hole of loneliness in my heart
this world became colder and colder
i've learn ta hide
I learn ta be silent
no longer willing to tell others
i am not absolutely strong as i think i am
At the bottom of my heart
i have weaknesses, empty places
Maybe in the rainy evening
maybe on the street at duskit becomes a wound without a reason
