DRAFT of an untitled piece

Staring at the darkness
Slipping memories inside my mind
The wind is whispering
Blowing visions
But I’m too blind
I should be outside
Making love with the sunlight
But I’m too tired
Memories are taking me away
I’m a slave of this pain
The moon is in vain
I hear someone calling my name
It’s telling me to stay
The voice is leading me some way
Turning night into day

~ by mahiwagangbuwan on October 7, 2007.