sometimes its a wonder,
of the black emptiness
that always crept in slowly
never disappear no matter how,
no matter when,
always there,
sticking... like parasite,
its a wonder,
no matter how you appreciate it,
always there, feeling so lifeless,
no matter positive you are,
always there, feeling amiss...
its a wonder,
when you think its the right choice,
even its hurt the other one,
the guilty is not there,
but...
the burden of feeling,
lift up and make you more happier...
