Writing... Scribbling all over the page... Drying all the ink... Breaking the nibs... Yet and still, all emotions of one's heart and mind cannot be fully illustrated... |
Only thy heart may know
But thou shall not know of mine
And so I can only write
How much would thou shall know and understand I cannot measure
But I can be certain
That thou will not understand
My fears, worries and confusions
And I shall continue to write
Even though thou might never know
I shall write on
To my heart's content
But I do not know when can I finally write to my own heart's content
For as long as it is not found
My heart can never rest
My heart can never stop
Chains of despair come upon me
As I fought and sought for that very light
Which was flickering
As if for a moment
It was there
And another moment
It has never existed
jia you.
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