A Plan..

It's raining..it's raining..
Wipe your window that you'll clearly see through it..
Will there be waving trees..?
Will there be a small bird having it self shaded..?

I realize that my purpose of writing is not to be seen..
I'm just indulging my self with my own writings, desires, explorations..
lonely_dandelion has been a place, it can't be more than it self..

Lately, I've been also thinking of writing a new story..but I'm still dealing with my own simply-reckless-English. I'll also have less energy to continue my survival in this complicated world.

However, some common secret problems as a loner started to show it's appearance among some close persons. So, the plan is, to make a story about this happening? You know, it's just a plan..plus, I might be wrong..

Hail to nobody..!

As the raindrops fall..

I walked through the rain..
It wasn't cold, I'm sure..
I couldn't feel the warmness either..

I'm facing a mistake..
Should I keep going?
Or should I deny my faith?

The only thing I felt is the falling raindrops..
Each of them..
Right on my head..my shoulders..and my feet..

I'm not either crying..
Nor laughing..
I don't know what to say..
All I feel is pain..

I don't want the sun back..
I think I'm going to stay..
if the clouds are on my way..

I'm not needing help..
And people are against me bitterly..
I just need a heart to stay still..
A listener not a complainer..

The ways are fading..
I don't need flash-light..
I just want to feel the raindrops on my head..

All I need is energy..
To get through this..