trouvaille and sunlight

to all of my friends

i hope you find this :))

you have drawn the pattern of my laugh.

i would want you to listen
and while you listen
imagine me crying.

can you?

can you hear my sobs?
can you see my wrinkled face?
or can you even see me in tears?

pretty hard, huh?

it's easier to see me laughing
than imagine me crying.

look!
i can see you dancing
from way up above.

you can walk through pebbles
just to go beyond it.
some cannot.

i can cheer you
down here
while i stay with my bare feet.

you can just go.

i will wait here

for the potential i wasted
for the colors that faded
and for the love that cascaded
away from me.

listen to the words i cannot say.

i haven't mentioned about
something inside me dying.

wouldn't it be nice to bring back
a wonderful mind?

wouldn't it be nice
if i can say how touching the shattered glasses
made me bleed
beyond the skin
and the bones it reached
forbid me to feel.

it was funny
nothing was really added to me.
i froze while time melts down.

but if you cannot imagine me crying,
it's okay...

you deserve to hear
the pattern of my laugh
that you have created.

if you saw this
you can tell it to the others
but do not talk about what i have written to me.

i know what i wrote.

just give me a hug