i walked by myself
here and there
just to feel
whether the existence of I is sensed or the opposite

i ripped myself
in and out
just to see
if there are no chances in survival or somehow some parts will heal

i love and i care
for myself and I
just in case
just in case no one can and will

how to manage
this world
from falling apart
when the lands are cracking
and the humans are failing?

how to save
our only chance of living
when the only thing
that they think are worth saving
are themselves?

how to intrigue
those minds
whose corrupted
by the idea of wealthiness
not healthiness?

how to mend
these broken minds?
how to purified
these darkened souls?
how to be
good for this hollow world?

so like shreds of dandelions
we flew up and everywhere
sharing thoughts and hopes
for those who seeks comfort
inside this cold world

Brooklyn
is LONGING for his warm presence
because this place is cold
without him—
the fallen SOLDIER
who was lost in a sight
of a snow angel
in a battle of FRIGHT CAR

faith
that we never loose
and a pinch
of a never ending hope
awaiting for his HOMECOMING
in a cold Brooklyn
that even with
the heat radiating from a FURNACE
the cold won't melt away

catching
a hold of the SOLDIER
in a mid-frozen way
and in count from ONE—
to NINE
he become a man of no BENIGN
tempted by control
triggered by words of fear
he comply himself as a SOLDIER
of cold blooded missions
and for that cause—
Soviet is harsh

darkness
on a DAYBREAK
was enough to fill harshness
inside parts of him
that are already RUSTED
as the result of
being more a machine
than a man himself

wishing
from the depth of his consciousness
that he could turn back time
to where he was SEVENTEEN
with a hold of a friend
and a smile that was genuine
not a killing
and a destruction machine
that he is now

we waltzed
into the bridge of
a ballad melody
slowly crippling upon our feet
steadying everything
to ensure the one whose falling is
nothing close to the heart

the melody
dawned us into
a trick of pain we need to evade
to ensure that neither you
nor i got the scratches
from the shooting arrows of the Amor's

before the cacophony blaze came
deafening the ground
we swore to never cross the swollen hope
and bring ourselves to another fallout
even with the closeness just
an inch of breathing the air
of a faintest droplet of eternity

and again
we need to ensure
not to let the feelings infiltrate our waltzing ground
not to let other sound come ruining the walls
which we have construct for too many years—
to be called for another destruction

to who does speak
with nothing but words
crippling from the end of
the linked glass
between the lips
and the kiss

line of phrases
formed to emerge the soul
whose hidden within
another dimension
of the body itself

phrases came out gracefully
without any notice
while the lips hangs heavily,
the bones stand coherently,
and the tattered heart restrain poorly

to the one who does speak
owning only oneself
or not being heard
was not the problem—

—it was
the hollow feeling,
vacant presence of a body,
and another void
which could throw the soul
into a pitch black of darkness
with silenced thoughts and mouth
as no one is going to be there
to take a peek
or even save the ****** life

Monochromatic scene was displayed
Within the darkness of night
Where they built the tents
and held the game of fate
For them to finally met,
to cross each other's paths

As they roamed around the circus
The smell of caramels
also the scent of daydreams
Filled their minds and hearts
With warmth and hopes

Blurry images moved pass them
As the carousel drove them into dizziness
of an overwhelming feeling
Which was dangerous
For them to endure

Golden flames illuminating
While they took a dance
under the moonlight
Though they realize
That their feelings were eternal enigmas
Which would take lifetime to solve

But they also know
The hidden secrets
About the silver linings
Holding every possible dreams
Filled with rays of happiness
Within the night circus