Absence

Sometimes its just so difficult to pretend.. Or even to be yourself.
To stay out of home.. To be disconnected... From another set of mortals.
There's a battle.. Moment to moment..
To work, laugh, love..
To live.  To survive..
A part of us always loves the free spirit.. A part of us doesn't want to talk about our past....

Spring

As the cold dissolves, slowly there are winds.. To your land.. 
To nowhere.. 
There are no clouds these days.. Just like when fate chooses to be silent.. 
But with the roar and chill of an uncanny fear.. 
The sky cries out..
Colors would be seen.