fell from the top but yet left unscathed,
waves followed where your feet was caught,
from the fleeting skies down to the high seas,
from the dinning city and to the quiet trees,
it made everything peculiarly calmer,
though my memory is always getting dimmer,
all of my dreams fades faster than rain,
splatters then becomes fragments on things it lain,
i drew everytime i remember,
the pages that sometimes were nightmares,
afraid of getting lost at somewhere,
losing something everytime i came to encounter,
sketches of fantasy,
and the truth of reality,
can i escape safely?
a chance to run away from these two boundaries?
