I cannot think of any words or shall I say I cannot write anything
My mind is sophisticated and hollowed by so many blocks
To write is the right choice
To match the uncertain things continuously will just brush my thoughts
And I
Hope I could just paint the misery I have
And draw a dots in your face
And trace the constellations above and
if it's easy in that way
Maybe I could choose the exact thoughts that I really should convey unto you
But how about the sadness?
The bitterness?
The loneliness?
Will I escape this darkness ahead of time?
Please tell me the truth
Or I'll scream your name to death.