I let the plane fall from the sky.
Pieces broke off, and
Landed in forests nearby.

Now things are damaged;
They can’t be fixed.
Do all relationships end like this?

The pilot until the end
I let the plane fall
In it me and my only “friend”.

All these emotions,
all these perfect feelings to put on a paper.
But still nothing seems right.

Sometimes you just have to walk
away from what people want
and do what’s best for you.
It’s your life; not theirs.

The empty darkness
covers icy fields of white
wolves howl in moonlight