An ordinary Poetry “from my journal” to release my own self from distressed

Februarsadryness

They’ll be waiting, they’ll be searching.

Cross the path, facing that sadness.

You can’t go anywhere, you can’t do anything.

Quite moving, silent mind.

The lights comes and goes, the corner just paralyzed.

There’s no space you could move.

Because it isn’t all about what you see, no ones know, including you.

Empty,

regardless,

go anywhere as far and deep as sickle troughs.

Even though they were survived, even though they were collided.

The sun comes up and goes down.

But, darkness follows you, no matter where you are.

The size of these things can’t be described by those minds.

Knock the door, and look inside.

Particularly

How have you been doing lately?

I’ve been telling you, nothing much

There’s a lot of letters and words that you can make for a sentence or into paragraphs.

or maybe something in you didn’t work lately

Planning those ways, planning those days.

Think a lot cause no one don’t think the way like you always do.

Crawling to search, babbling in unconsciously.

Ocean wave, running away.

Meeting in particularly,

it’s like stepped down the hallway.

- this poetry is written in midnight at my room on Monday the 4th of February, 2019