Make me forget the empty space

I want something that can let me forget the present.
Let my mind flow
Let me forget the emty feeling for a little while.

Times likes these... get such a siphon...
make it tempting

Everything turns so beautiful and colorful
the siphon make me miss that kind of stuff
make me want to lose myself again
...so chill it was...so glorious

Second day

I miss him

I feel so lonely without him

It's like I have lost a part of myself

...I don't like this feeling

I can't see him, and I can't get a hold of him

My feeling is overwhelming

Can't believe I have become so attached to him

I miss those days where I can contact him wheneever I want

I miss the joke and the attention I got from him

even his sarcasm...

The night that I enjoyed so much is now a time with grief

...I miss him

The dreams I had

The dreams I had when I was a child, were drawn to my heart's desire, with scribbles that wouldn't fade away and are connected to the future that I draw.

The clear skies were endlessly blue.
And my innocent heart, being satisfied,
was attracted to them I finally obtained wings, with which I could fly freely.

I want to go to the end of the skies with my pure eyes desire.
If one wish could be granted out of colorless darkness.
I feel that it should be to grab onto a dream and never be tamped to let go.

The dreams I had when I was a child,
was drawn eternally with scribbles that wouldn't fade away and are connected to the future I wish for.

Stay honest

I won't be bend and I won't be dragged along.
I want to stay honest to how I feel now.

I won't let you have your way.
No matter how many times I'm reborn
I will embrace my sadness as I run.

A dream, in silence and grief

Everything is like a dream, it's like I'm standing outside and watching through a screen outside of this world... watching there everyone are.

...I feel so alone, the silence is nagging me... whispering...

The one who never have learned to love you are alone, and you are gone...
I can feel the pressure... it's just like a grief, hunting... hunting after lonely souls...