I found a dark room within myself.
a pile of dusty hope.
in the sheets of days that always pass.
create regret for dreams and wishes.
The line of words is like the gallop of a defeated army.
the senses are almost just a pile of blunt weapons.
no more heart-touching moments.
when seconds and beats change each other.
still the same…
I found a dark room within myself.
with curtains of fear.
I don’t know what it will be like.
whether it will be at anyone.
dozens of plans didn’t help.
just always hope…
universe show me something.
even though it’s countless.
realize… the room is too dark.