#29

I’m anxious, still scared to face you.

Your hand gestures, your way of talking.

I want to forget them.

I want to believe that our awkward encounter was just a dream in the middle of the night.

That’s what I’ll think

And when the black night comes, I get sad so I can erase you completely.

Is this love? Is this my greed? It’s not that easy.

If my blackened and burnt heart is the same as I am, I can’t help it.

I am getting afraid, I don’t know.

All day, I think of you.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t do it.

There’s no use, like a fool...