Who am I?
I don't really know who I am
Or what I am
Nor what I should do
I feel like fragile piece of flesh
With a delicate heart,
A mist of cells to read
I have a voice
When everyone is away
I scream at the top of my voice
I run down the fields
And stare at the magnificent birds that chirp at the top of the trees.
And every memory reminds me of her
I still can't remember how she looks like
I am alone in this place with a heavy heart
I have tried to draw it out of the well
It keeps been so heavy I can't carry enough
I let go of my heart .
Can I ever sketch her face?
I use to love her
I promise to look for you
Till every galaxy dies.
