18/05/2020
Saturday night, Cold breeze suddenly brush my tan skin that brought chills in me. Nothing is different tonight, fireflies flying on its own pace, suddenly gone leaving no trace.
Day by day we live, and that every day that passed will never be a day today, a memory, a lingering cloudy gray thoughts.
Why clouds be gray? Is there a rain behind them? Why not start to pour and let those clouds be white again. ..
Just like human. Why we suppress pain?
We're just like a cloud hiding it's color of sadness.
Freed thyself.
Let tears flow.
~Alcarmira
