Kill the Questions
"What are your dreams?" Suddenly quiet. If the skies are like the paper I would cover up my body until nobody can see me because tears always accompany me when people asks me questions that way. . Having this situation is like I climb the tree with tiger above and lion under the ground. If God could give one mirracle, I would use it to blow the wind so it could bring me wherever. . Sometimes I ask crazy wishes to God. Waking up in the morning, I see my body on the bed and smile on it. Then the angel borrowed his wings to let me to see how beautiful the heaven is or how cruel the hell is! . "Dream makes you better" I answer them. Without explanation, I want the wind whisper to everyone that dream can break their heart. But wind just dissappear like it doesn't exist and doesn't recognize me. So I hope the leaves can bring what I mean, with thousands swords. . Then quiet, again. I give back the angle's wings and thank God for everything.