She was starring at those.
Blankly glaring at what used to comforts her had turned to pieces of ruins.
She was standing in the crowd. Blankly glaring at whom she used to comforts with had turned into strangers.
She was running no where.
She’s tired of running no where.
They say “what goes around comes around..”
It was not.
It was all about giving and expect nothing in return.
It was all being care to and not being cared of.
And at the end of the day, she thinks she knows, but she has no idea.
And at the end of the day, no one is really what they say they are.
And she asked in her tears when her knees landed on cold ground.
“who’s going to catch me when I fall?”
And there’s silence.
A long continous silence……
– i –
The Garden That You Planted by Sea Wolf
The smog is getting old
The drugs I’m taking aren’t so good
So will you talk to me
Even though you’ve had a late night
Because I need a little help
Tell me I’ll be alright
Cause everything around me’s changed
But the garden that you planted remains.