BackToMyPlace

You said it.

This might be happiness.

There are no clouds.

floating leaves.

Drops of water fall.

The dream is over.

I bend my tired body.

Was it all necessary?

Something fell from my hand.

I'm worried about only that.

Where are you now?

Can I come too?

It keep on hurting.

I'm alone all the time.

Surrounded by stupid people.

Am I good at laughing?

It is selfish of me.

Because it is my only guard.

While I deny it in mind,

I only want a place to be able to go back to.