I walk tonight , alone
without feelings , like usual
i can't hear my step
just hear sound of a transports on the road
I am sit here
waiting for my ginger milk
while eating my meat sosis , bite per bite
i feel a little hot taste inside
Talking about relationship
hearing what are people say to others
thinking with my milk
and i found something called nothing
blank
blank
and finally
i can't think anything about love
love
is not required to be considered
but it is like terror
which will make our brains filled by love
when talking about
we like a machine gun
explode, launching bullets quickly
never ending story
when we discuss
our thoughts move neat
such as sewing machines
fast and sharp
when we feel it
like to enjoy the night in Helsinki
tasted lovely sparkling cooler full of peace
though it is not real
when happy
we like the new rice growing
stand up quickly to the sun
shines like gold
when disappointed
we like a snail without a shell
there is no place also receive anything
feels empty
when unhappy
like a kitten lost its mother
do not know which direction to choose
and lost in misfortune
ah, I do not know anything about it
I was just thinking of the best
and about true love
Let god send for us someday
Tonight I ended
walking on the street trail cold
wind and moon led from the top
until I opened the fence, and lying in my bed
YOU ARE READING
A Little Story Before Sleep
PoetryBefore sleep, i want to tell you about my day , and my night. No Frankenstein indeed, so you don't need to be scared.