vieth

am i that obvious? too tired to run, too sad to cry, too happy to laugh, too much hurt to feel, to much time to kill...
i have always wait for the bus to take me away but the bus never come
only leaves and branches comes down from above to accompany me in my loneliness
all the stories i bare, with each time i care, no one will i tell to share. NO ONE! though you are the only one who stare...
guess i'm gonna wait for the bus to come, for the flower to bloom, for the singer to sing..
to sing the song of solitary mind within me

note : after having a conversation with her