A Sad Little Boy
Beyond those haze, there he was, sitting alone
Loneliness was with him, like an obedient companion
Understanding and being understood, like those cloud and rain
Different yet connected
Those big brown eyes, blinking, as if tried to shake out reality
Staring farther away, beyond those haze
Wondering what would be there, behind those curtain of particles
Would there be happiness?
He was all alone, listening to the rhythm of nature
Neither hurting nor entertaining
Like those cloud that swiped away by the wind
Go they away as the wind blowing
Those clouds neither be happy nor they would be sad
They wouldn't, he thought
He felt the wind blowing
Brushing his delicate skin, caressing it like he was theirs
He would smile, imagining what would be like to be loved
Those wind wouldn't say a thing to him, yet he heard their whispers
As if they were trying to reach him
He thought they were
That stone he sitting on, felt cold
His bare skin flinched reluctanly
Yet he sat on it like it was a soft comfy chair
He had no where to go, nor anyone care of him
That cold stone, those loneliness were all he had ever had
