People on the street,
thick jacket enclosed as though as it is the mask,
masking something which was hidden.
Rain falls,
The sky seems to carry a lot of secrets.
Secrets? For who?
The one that hate? The one that loved? Or the one that don't care?
The scent of the air? Feel familiar?
Feelings of an bottle, with nothing in it.
Staying in vigil, but thundering all around inside.
Lone, something that so deep and yet so shallow.
For the girl in a crowd, for the man waiting alone in the bench,
for the pregnant who get pushed, for the blind across the street,
for the guy standing alone, staring up the sky.
What display on the eyes, not just blue sky
But the picture beneath the heart.
Pure darkness with pure emptyness.
