i promised not to go back there
that place which has no life
the darkness my mind couldn’t stand
every minute hearing myself cry

so i write down the messiest thoughts
hoping it all makes a lot of sense
so that by the end of it all
i would understand my emotions

it doesn’t always work
i still can’t predict my feelings
but all i can do is try here
by taking everything that i’m thinking
.
.
.

& letting them fly with the wind.