Though of a Day

Cloths is my medicine
Soft music is my breakfast


I stopped.


This very favorite shoes of mine hurting me now
I throw it off my feet


Just like i throw you off me or vice versa


Waiting in hope that there will be someone watching and wonder
'Is she okay?'
Sigh was the answer


I keep walking

Waiting in hope for a car to stop and offer me for lift
A dog was very close
I forgot all the hope i hold on


I keep walking on my bare foot
Sun was striking my head

How sad
How tragic this life can be
What you can see is not what i want you to see
but THIS
I'm burning inside

Perhaps all I need was attention
Not a creeper but it doesn't matter now.


It's too late

I'm home