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Ah, pretending to be happy is but a sad distraction, I rush to give you a silent waring - a gentle squeeze of your hand. As I glance at the path I've walked, I've endured, companionless, my face is overwhelmed with a familar aroma, and the dust keeps piling up. I callapse outside of town, landing softly. My legs are weary of their endless journey. And fleeting memories run through my head. I see the same prfile, hear the same words over and over. Like the girl who asked me, "Isn't life so sad when all you do is live?" You're still careless, young and helpless.... Disappearing into a hollow void. Now, Having witnessed sadness you should have never seen Crying tears that should have remaind dry. We may not be tough enough to live on truth alone, But you know, we don't need to be. When my eyelids were lifted up, the world was spring and the cherry-blossomed wind was pushed aside, On the way to the destination of the far away other side, I wonder if you were in the field of ripe blossoms, Standing on a hill which the sun forgot. Basking in the light of the moon, taking a deep breath. In a world where there's no yelling voice or sound of plates breaking, Without sharing warmth, life can continue, however just living is not enough for us. The budding ground, the thick trunk, the disappearing rainbow, the passing days, The night sky's stars, the four season's mystery, they taught us how to continue searching for the truth. No matter how far we travel, the start of life is a lonely baby who cried out to live and be loved, Our reason to continue leaving here for somewhere else, is because it is needed in order to see that there is no answer anywhere other than the heart.
Velonica
