Sometimes
I think of going out
and forget everything about myself.
I have everything now
just like I always want.
I have a nice guy,
good friends,
and trusty family.
It seems so happy
BUT




sometimes


I love to go alone.


these words may hurt many people
...I never mean that.
I just think of going out alone
talk to myself
then
I'll be back to you

how long I don't talk to myself?


actually, I haven't written this for long time.
where's my diary?
Has it gone?
Or I leave it behind?
Or I already lost it?

...I still remember the day I traveled with myself
It's such a splendid time but lonesome too.
I used to have a kiss from white smooth whipping cream on hot cocoa
with the sooth of playful smooth jazz.
Watching down from the seventh floor, I saw the summertime laying on the greenish park.
The Orange of the sky before twillight set me to the deepest of inner peace.

...I still remember that...

and I miss it
slightly.