i was walking down a street..

gazing at the sky, wondering where am I.

then suddenly it all went black, still I start walking.

until I saw a figure.

So I tried to haste my pace to get to it soon.

Then it turned out to be a boy.

Then my dream ended.

This went on for some months till I finally get to see his face.

Twas someone I know. Someone from my past. A friend.

That eventually became a lover.

A stupid mistake I did to him back then.

So, I started finding him now..

Until one day, I found him.

So happy to start a conversation with him and yet

afraid that he'll still be mad at me.

I didn't brought up my intention at first..

Luckily I did that, coz he no longer was the man I knew.

And I gotta throw all my stuff of memories of him.

It'll be stupid now to let him know how I feel.

It'll just cause an explosive issue but in a silent way.

I don't want another crashing heart.

Another nonsense jerk to just crumple my paper of invitation.

Another incareful move for me.

Which I would be the one being wounded at the end.

And which I was the one who proposed for it.

It'll be like suicide.