Busy people are rolling, prim’s and cold.

Cinder streets are empty, lamp should clear.

Saw the end of darkness in shadow.

none of people there.

Self-destructive thought is lignite.

Surrounded with me felt painful.

Unless day off, stills no more peaceful.

I flatten out on my belly, lazy and tired.

Roaming around the streets, still waiting for something.

But I am no retrospective of what the thing.

If I was known the truth, it wouldn’t be answered.

Only one person who miserable.

That is me.

Sneaking into my dream and mutter,

“Who am I? Why you being here? What’s your promise?”

I’m confused about the question.

Not sure what prompted.

Decide later, I asked myself same question.

So, I realized.

With my soul, roaming between the two worlds.

No one fellow, No one know,

Gale said nothing, habits of disinterest.

Implacable to the situation and try to persuade myself.

So, I keep thinking and walking,

I withstand the pain of sullen,

I drowsy, I fall asleep.

Complaining with the ghost,

Future me.