I feel both like a thread and a bubble,
A thing readily pierced deeply with needle,
Also a frail creature to pop the air I try to fly.
I feel I’ll be walking in dark bottomless sea,
Yet I feel I’ll never stop to curl in blanket haven,
I’m everything I can feel when it’s about you,
I was in awe gazing mazes in your eyes,
My knees was shivering,
I was imagining your wide grin, trembling in my lips,
I was strangled inside,
I thought, you and I live in the same glass house,
I feel weak,
I reach to you as I wake up,
I feel your hand in mine.
I’m scared over the probability of an untrue story.
I just wish to fold the deck,
I desperately wishing for untimely memories of you.