Wait for an unburdened smile.

   Cities are drunk on noise and lights,

   Every time, its busy but here i am rigid and stagnant.

   Wandering myself through lost path every dawn break.

   Kneeling down, on the first light i ask answer from my goddess,

   But she is even more silent that the height of my lost.

                 Each night , it became terribly quiet,

                 That frightens me with deep darkness.

  

         To the discovery;

  I flip thousands of words written,

Thousands of photographs snapped,

Thousands of voice recordings,

But each has so much and so more to tell.

And i am here still lost with each memories alive,

And all i want is to be back to that reality, the one last hug i wish before i die.

It's nobody's voice, but inside me loud and big.

You know it; 

I always have something to say,

I always have something to write,

But it's me, as always a mirror of words

When you're my north light.

       You, basically is a picture of my poem,

      That somebody- "me" has always something to write about.

It's a long quiet night without an unburdened smile.