i imagine myself having a coffee in new york city while raining and the café is playing a bunch of old records.
watching people passing by while holding umbrellas for not to get themselves wet while going to their destinies,
along with watching million of raindrops falling from the gloomy sky,
watching how the leaves from the trees dancing as the rain passes them by...
everything looks busy and noisy but calming..
while everyone looks sad because how the rain ruined their day.
but i'm just here,
enjoying myself inside the café listening to the sounds of rain as the old records singing along...
as the night goes in, it's still raining and a thousand of lights appeared in the city as the busy day goes on.
but then suddenly, i realized that i don't need anything in this world but peace and just being alone.
being alone but happy because i know that my peace of mind is now with me forever and nothing's gonna break that...
after what i've been through, the era that i'm dreaming for is finally here.
good night, new york.
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My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
