• I walked away, far from where I've come.
    To a new place,so that I would think,
    and kept on thinking,
    and kept on thinking,
    and kept on thinking,
    and kept on thinking,
    untill it gets worse.

    Another cigarette was burnt
    as I watched the lighter sliped of my
    sweaty palms of hatred,
    I looked at the table, messed
    with ashes and empty glasses
    whom used to fill with joy.

    I have wished for the time to stop,
    as I looked at the window,
    hoping for the trees to stop moving,
    day by day.
    Still, It is only an empty bottle
    of wishing faces and laughter
    whom I have long forgottened.

    I missed those days.