Find Me

Thoughts of you echoed in the quiet moment where I sit for myself—daydreaming of our meeting like a glossy picture I paste in my diary. I glossed over the hurts when my heart was broken, memories that teared me up. By the remembrance of our first meeting I did my best to glue back the…

Love is Within Me

The gentle cold breeze of autumn’s wind blew through my hair, refreshed my chins, but without being displeased, I felt the warm snuggled me from the inside, and I couldn’t help but smiled. Long ago, when the rain started to drip from the clouds, I would feel the melancholy swelled up in my heart, and…