I (prose poem)

bookworm

On this deserted road

I am singing alone.

What exactly is home?

Can't find the direction

I can only watch the direction all the way.

Sing inspiring songs

That road belongs to me.

I am infected.

Look at me.

Flashing street lamps

I heard that we should do it step by step.

Can't get real happiness.

Paralyzed by something

Indulge in the life you love.

This is an unreachable galaxy.

No one can cross it.

I haven't taken a step yet.

Harvest by the sickle of reality.

cracked

cracked

The ideal life you want

Want to get hot?

Passion, burning

I'm alone in the whirlpool of no turning back

impossible to understand

Happy flowering

I must reap my sorrow.

But that's not me.

I don't admit defeat.

Desperate me

I try my best to burn and ignite myself.

Crazy moved the night wind to tears.

This is me.

Real me

Quietly looking at the dim light in the distance

Can't look back and smile

Then how could it be me

So down and out

Like a homeless dog

on / in the street