i travel to loneliness
with violet in my hand
and trace from drying tears
at the station
you pulled with your wave
paint the sky
with a bucket of
empty hope
once again i realized
nothing left on the kitchen
nothing but…
a bundle of memories
and empty boxes
i travel to loneliness
with nothing in my hand
trying to fills those boxes
…with dreams
10.08.2008, 05:02PM