W a i t i n g

Days are running so slowly
Time is too quiet
Only waiting for wind to blow

Why? How?
I keep myself in the same old kind of questions

Although I am standing here
But my mind ain’t with me
She is flying to another place, yet I know the place.

Am I trying to use my own acceleration?
Am I rushing myself to the point?
Oh then please forgive me Mother Nature
For having another time

betwixt your sphere of life and your fragment
or perhaps I have only misjudged on it.

Embrace & be just to me
look upon me…
because this feeling is still the same.


(looking out from my window: snow is visiting me now after having its vacation somewhere else)