Perhaps, I’m hidden.

February 1, 2018

Trying not to show up.

Somehow, like Renoir’s

painting of the hidden girl.

It reflects my shadows.

It also reflects the sorrow

Within my heart.

My heart is burning

And I can see the and sense

The fire. The flames are

weakening my body.

I’m excluded from this happiness

My eyes are witnessing.

The song just started.

I have the desire to move

My feet until the soles

Of my shoes destroy.

but i am more isolated,

Than a lonely owl.

If I only could have this chance.

A chance to picture myself in her joy.

And instead of listening to the song play,

Give my best at enjoying the rhythm.

The song is in the middle.

The dream is vanishing like if im

Blowing ashes from my hands.

Time goes by quickly,

the song just ended.

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