Make It Real.

Not a poem, but words of me Look at the stars; they are shining bright in the darkened midnight, But why are you all alone walking down the street— I’m tired now, Out of this life, I just wanna go nowhere Where there is no turning back home, Until the end of my life, where I’ll be all alone; A place where I’ll build my own home and Will live there by following my self-created norms, Where I’ll become silent forever, And will try to memorize it never. This path will take me to nowhere through the darken, silent woods, This all creeping, ends with a sudden thought—heaven, I could… Let us cherish the beauty Of this moment. Until it decays down Like a flower—? DEAD OF ME BY - no one else but me I just wanna go nowhere Where there is no turning back home, Until the end of my life, where I’ll be all alone; A place where I’ll build my own home and Will live there by following my self-created norms, Where I’ll become silent forever, And will try to memorize it never. This path will take me to nowhere through the darken, silent woods, This all creeping, ends with a sudden thought—heaven, I could… Let us cherish the beauty Of this moment. Until it decays down Like a flower—? DEAD OF ME BY - no one else but me