Other than losing you, I face my other demons everyday and I wish and I wish and I wish that you would just be here to help me make things a little easier. When he shouts at her and she cries, when she tries to do something silly, when he tries to intimidate me with his self-pity, and when nobody wants to just listen it out, I try so hard to push away the urge of saying something nasty, because you always taught me to react slowly, but now you're not here to remind me of that.

But when the sun shines on my face and the pond glistens in the far, when I hear the beautiful sound of leaves shuffling in the trees, and when I pick up a dried flower from the ground, I try so hard to push away the urge of sharing my joy with you too, because you always taught me to enjoy the littlest things in life, and now I have to do so without you.

Y'know, I feel that people have to jump into something crazy at one point of their life to wake themselves the fuck up. Today, I'm thinking the time has come for me. So, let me do crazy, and let me open my eyes wide. Because if I could've loved so fiercely, I can let it all go fiercely too.

I look for you everyday

I look for you everyday.
I look for you in the cracks of the concrete ground.
I look for you in the threads of my cotton blouse.
I look for you in the hopeful thoughts within my head.
And I look for you when you're not there.