Is it weird to know of thoughts
when the air is silent
as if the world is deafened
by your awakening.

And yet
Nights are silent
Only lights that blinds
stayed aside my heavy shoulders
washing out the noise:
the sound of laughter
the astounding crowd
binded with memories

And my tears fell
yet no sorrow surfaced
as i am conscious
Making me wonder

was it regret
of hearts i break?
or dreams unfulfilled?

Maybe its unforgiving one.
as myself been towards me
for things yet i had to do.