Glasses. Tattoo. Black long hair. Black dress. Black sneakers. A half life.
I covered the night.
No one knows. Just me.
Some cold wind blows my hair and I think you’re here. But, just me.
I laughed out loud.
But, I didn’t hear my voice. Once more, just me.
I have to stop all these mess things. Kick those out.
This morning, or day, or night, or whatever. I try to gain my self.
And, me. I will live my life.
Dramatically, yes. I will happy.