All I felt this Valentine's day is the cold of the night,
The sheer chill of the wind,
and the whiplash of my momentum as I travel down the road,
Speeding towards somewhere.

And I arrived, finally.
Here; nowhere.
Whereas, all I saw was the damnation of lives--death.
Men killing each other mercilessly,
driven by vengeance,
Wreaking havoc everywhere.
These clash ends in bitter regret.
And I do nothing else but shed an invisible tear,
Feeling sorry-at everything, at myself.

The plans, the concepts, the ideas, the images-gone.
The flowers I sought, the words I wrote.
Everything I wrought--all for naught.
I could not see its worth.
The anticipation I felt, the excitement I desired-was, in the end, not met.
I am left unfulfilled.

This feeling of sadness, of sorrow.
All because I couldn't settle.
All I got this day is a feeling of bitterness.
A taste of something I'll soon remember forever.

How disappointing it is this Valentine's day.
How disappointing it is for me to live everyday.