Alone

When I'm alone

I like to write

Writing about the quiet night

Writing about shining stars

Writing about the lonely mind.


When I'm alone

I like to think

Thinking about the past

Thinking about the future

Thinking about the present, the hope and the regret.


When I'm alone

I like to cry

Crying about the mistake

Crying about the fear

Crying about the sadness, the unknown.


Dear God,

As a human being,

why do we have to go through so many up and down?


Dear child,

I wish I could give you an answer.

This's something you wouldn't understand even I explained.

Maybe one day, when you get older, I'll try.

One day.