Walk alone...

My night will be so dark from now on. I have no more light to lead me the way to walk. Even, I can’t see me myself. I am a foolish guy who thinks that I could hold the light up. Light that I think will guide me has gone. I can keep no longer. It’s all about time.

Someday it will disappear from, nothing so called eternity in this world. Nothing left, only me myself alone waiting for another light which never comes. I used to believe, someday there is a light which comes to brighten my way. Nevertheless, I realize now, it is all bullshit. Light will not comes by itself. I myself ought to seek my own light.

I only have a friend; a best friend who never leave me, so called loneliness. Wherever, whenever I am, it always steps side.

I am walking in the dark, nowhere to go.

I have eyes, but see nothing.
I have ears, but listen nothing.
I have tongue, but say no word.
I have nose, but smell nothing.
I have heart, still it feels nothing.


And I'm the only one and I walk alone

Life teaches me, when you are thinking of holding a light, in that second you have lost it.

However, it’s nothing to me. My life is still going on; no matter I have light or not.

I should step forward though I have to crawl or grab to walk.

I should stand on the step of my own.

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me...

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

What joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

In a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

Smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

And the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

Under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

And there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment

My right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

And the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

Taken from  Mary Oliver

Empty street dreaming

A few days ago I was dreaming about an empty street.

It was early morning, but I felt like the sun already went down. It was very cold I guess, but I felt like a lovely afternoon. I tried to sketch my memory about that "feel so good dream".

Since this feel so good dream, I don't wanna lose it.  I woke up with different feeling, earlier than another days. Kind of lonely but lovely feelings. I was alone, but feel loved by everything.