Unspoken Arts

Where are you?

Where are the days of nothing but just sadness and happiness?
Where are the days of watching the setting sun in the west?
Where are the old days where she's still holding a pen to write her mess?
Where are you, who worried less?

Where are the times where daylight was still bright?
Where are the times where she cried when nothing feels alright?
Where are the old times where she's still playing with words to feel alive?
Where are you, who wanted to survive?

Where are the days of wishing the time to sped up?
Where are the days of being a careless dreamer?
Where are the old days where she draw to please herself go up?
Where are you, dream bearer?

Where are the times where there's no such big deals about living?
Where are the times of being a light to everyone's lonely path?
Where are the old times where she still loves to paint to be contented about everything?
Where are you, little artist brat?

Where are the times of counting stars at night?
From one to forever, admiring the darkness
Where are the days of full of meaningful fights?
Where in her pillow were the tears of life harshness.

Where are the days of paper and books, school and uniforms?
Sketchpad and pencils, paints and brushes?
Where are the mind of wisdom, in hand a pen and a piece of paper?
Where are you, you who stand up in times of hardships?

Where are you?
I am missing you.
Where are you?
My old self, I'm sorry. I lose you.