live your own life

My dear Moon
I am killing the weeds
Which grew with me
To reflect your image
From the surface to the depth of my heart;
Though I am just one among the thousands of ponds

It rained in the morning
And I was drenched with visuals
Of flower petals leaning to the raindrops (courtesy to this line: my friend’s lyrics)
Like the ever-loving shores to the tides

the train is crowded and i am sweating under the fan. In the rush where one can hardly breath, I could see a familiar face near the window.

i could feel the breeze and hear the bro...