intricate skies

mud

i hope there are words

that could perfectly describe

every feeling and emotion 

we feel at once.

i hope there were words

to describe more than just 

these confusion and frustrations 

building at the backyard of our minds.

i used to think

that planting these flowers would distract me

i used to say 

i would no longer throw trashes under the tree

but the urge to make them grow

to avoid trashes and make my vow

slowly disappeared in a bubble

leaving me standing in these muddy soil—

with my shoes dipped in soft land 

weather's cold and so is my hand. 

i wanted to water them so badly 

but i don't know what has gotten in to me.