He sat in the corner, embracing his darkness,
while talking to silence; little did you know,
he's a stranger in his own story.
He danced with his own shadow every night,
as he tried to sing the emptiness out; he said,
the world is silent when he needs a harmony.
Tired, he fell to the floor to see the stars
from a broken glass window; a wish echoed
stacking on his many wishes since history.
He pushed himself up and painted a river
from his heart, drowning his quiet room -
the only place that knows these little secrets.
