It feels like carrying an endless burden.

Calling the rain.

To give my voice freedom to scream.<

This early morning dawn.

Spending time with insomnia.

Eyes are staring the slightly darkness of the dawn.

Head back to the ceiling full with a shadow and memories.

Is this called loneliness?

Like the wind that flies by itself.

Maybe, it will substantial if the morning don't come.

Freezing myself with the passing wind in the bedroom is better.

Than facing the bright sun across the earth.

Let it be.

Let it stay dreadful like this. Dark, and denying the birds chirping outside.

Let me walk in the darkness of the early dawn.

No need light to guide.

Only the river of tears that will give way where will I go.

With a little flash from the shadow.

To the end of my sorrow.