Sometimes, feelings were so strange to comprehend.
You tried to deepen your self-understanding, yet the more you dig, the more you suffocate yourself. Emptiness shows your weakness. Solitary is choking you variably. Truth hurts. Unsolicited forlornness likes to shelter in you. You were too weak to resist their strengths, because they were too clever to befriend of your strengths and deceived them when they were too attached in you.
You cannot hear anything but a timorous voice of your poor soul, begging your cooperation, to get rid that mysterious frailty which envelopes your jaded soul.
You, who were so innocent about the root of loneliness, seemed so inutile. You can’t trace where it came from. It was just something mysterious in you. When you became so strange to yourself, you choose to be silent.
The sun became your best friend then. You wish her to set as early as possible, for your weary heart to rest. As the sun collaborate your plea, which gave you a chance to hide in a sombre room of yours, and you just closed your eyes and precious tears desperately flow… due from the mysterious caused.