I've looked up images of my favorite artist, ranging from voice actors to singers. The same thought interrupts the tranquility of the mind. "What if" but more like " Wouldn't be nice".
" Wouldn't it be nice if I'm with her. "
The countless days of grasses that I have missed. The blooming flowers that I have turn down upon. The chances that came and I let it go by.The doors that are open, I close it back. I wonder would I ever change.
The days I've spent was more exhausting, but I've done nothing at all. Every morning I woke up in the sense of hopeless. I didn't have that motivation to be awake. I wanted to finish my work but I didn't feel like it. I've played games and hangout with mates and it still feels the same. I felt like doing nothing, nothing at all. It is not a lazy song but more worthy to an empty song.I feel empty. Perhaps these emptiness I felt was