where a sense of continued stirring
where hope continues stomping
and taste continue to soar
and homesickness has set foot fatigue
where the expectation is doubt
where the direction is emptiness
which would not be extinct even though courtesies of whack
who still miss even if it prohibited
appresiate 4 who is on my brain,rere
just sorry,maybe this unxpected 4 u…
just wanna u knowhow mine
until the time shows what to do
up to this heart will tread the lost sense of your
which is currently still looking for a hug
which until this moment still want to kiss you
not because I want
not because I lust
not because I want
but because I think I like it ……….