the clock strikes, time is indeed flying.
and I am left behind, far from reality.
My sole is not even on the ground.
I am flown to a land of nobody.
My soul stands lonely..
The pace of wind, who I thought once to be my friend,
has left me.
Hollow in my heart, void.
Waiting for something uncertain
I need answers.
Why do I feel alone around the crowd?
Why can't the music amuse me?
Why can't the aromatic smell calm me?
Why can't the sunflower make me smile?
Is it still there?
My spirit, young and free,
is it still there??
I'm no longer burnt with passion.
It has cooled off long ago, I suppose.
I don't know.
I'm flown again.
-Little E-
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