a bad catch.
there is a poem I found in a book I read; the most beautiful part is, I wasn't even looking when I found him. me and you, met in a melancholy hallway. the grey skies and thunderous. your hands on my drying eyes, wiping the tears fallen down within covering all the holes in body of mine. shame on me it was a speed recovery. unknowing you are the real problem I have to dealt with. a man with a grey skies over his head. i can see also the past of your love on it. you sobbing. i was trying to help you, dissipating the bad weather inside you. covering the major holes that enveloped you. but you wont, you... can't. yet. you cowered beneath my feet. holding your own soul and body, depressed. cold and freezing. I want to whispering you out loud, let's escape from the dark cave. running to the outside colorful world that full of grass and flower. dancing under the warmest sunny blue skies that we will ever have. for a moment it felt real and sweet, but I remember then, it was only...