so strange
when i write

settling myself and
collecting those words

clock hand switch places
and voice arose every moment

midnight hour or maybe
morning but its still dark

we cannot see anyone
walking through streets

they all hiding from
this silence and darkness

then  why am awake ?
is moon light too bright for me

or everyone is blind
at night

if everyone is
then why not me ?

Am i good at letting
in and go whats hurting

or am an bad artist
to play life

every time it disturbs
to know ,

all my strength and weakness
within seems stolen

all those pearls i’ve collected
seems to be missing

I may sound confusing
well that’s what its all about

confusing others , so to
convince yourself that you all right ,

even when you not