STORIES

FRIENDSHIP

I feel like a traveler learning his way into the jungle

where the city buildings has turned into nature.

The noisy machines replaced with the rustling of leaves.

Still I suffocate from my own feelings of loneliness

where the thought of friends is a memory

from another century.

How I wish we could go back in time

make noises like these chirping birds deep into this forest I call Life.

Sad not, broken yes.

sure my universe is dark

and the sun shines no more

The glittering of stars is just but a reminder of how beautiful life use to be,

So I stand tall,

Projecting my voice to you who will hear me.

 

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