A joyful surrounding is caressing my feelings.
Like a forlorn dewdrop I stay on the edge of the grass thinking if to fall or not.
A cold breeze blows shivering all my hidden aches.
my feelings, they haunt me sometimes.
You would say, what is the point of feeling when you can not express your feelings.
But look at me, I still have hope, i can bloom with new dreams and may be... may be someday I would be able to speak louder the words I'm thinking or mumbling.
Would it be enough to let the world know?
who would understand?
And I don't know if I'm strong enough to fight back every hard truth that's ready to smash me.
Days are duller sometimes, but the sun shines in its own way always. So I follow the sun. I carry the strength in me of shinning on after heavy rain, upon the sky.
Feelings of being empty, feelings of being defeated and ignored, being hurt and betrayed, i have those. But do I show?
No. I don't.
I hold them deep in me.
And the day I find you, I'll pour my love of pain in my devotion towards you.
I believe you would be there for me, always and forever, to listen with me the stories of fallen leaves and raindrops.
till then, take care.
~ Yours Pixie