sometimes, people could be harsh
or it is just you could be weak

for their is dullness in the sky
and cold breath of the air
the sound of ice and the crying wind
embraced my seclusion

Everything just came altogether and stir into a huge wave. ‘Do not show, do not speak.’ It’s funny how a drop of emotion could create a ripple to chaos.

The mind is teaching the heart to listen, and it did. For once, it did. ‘It happened again, I told you.’ The heart just lowered her head and the more she needed to tell everyone what she feels, the more oppressed it can get. ‘You created a cyclone and it will cause fear, let it rise and destruct your entirety.’ The tumultuous echo of the mind shaken the heart. ‘Be your own beautiful wreck, no one else will be there for you, but me. Let it go, do not be afraid, dear heart.’
  
   After all, she was right. It was a destruction that settled in tranquility.

‘Thank you’. For the first time, the heart said the words. She embraced the desolation and found a glint, in following her only friend.
  
   ‘Thank you for finally trusting me’, said the mind.

Meet me in Hauts-de France, a train that will take us to Brussels the next day’

I stood rigid on a wintry night of a wisp December, bright but dark city of Lille outside a desolate gare

‘We missed the train’ I whispered to myself. His promised turned into ashes, blown by the wind

the snow is starting to fall and I looked up, as it creates an image of a slow motion

‘maybe, we could go to London’ oh, silly natter

The frigid wind burned my hands as I dire for friction

‘He is not coming’ my head yelped in fear

I called the taxi, and looked back for the lastime, the only thing that lights up is the lamp post with the effect of a falling snow


The road was empty
but as this one light stood out,


it gave me hope