Prologue:
Searching for your languid eyes,
Thinking of way to go...
What am I suppose to do?
How am I suppose to know?
January 11th, 2018
I had a dream since I was fifteen -
Visit all the places I’ve never been.
Worry ‘bout today, like there is no past,
Seeking holly truth in a worldly mess.
Where is my desire and where’s the light,
That will bright my path
in this brooding night?
Dancing feeling free,
breaking chains and bonds.
I found my true-self inside my own ghost...