Gloomy Day

I often look at what life was and what life is…I’ve never tried looking at what life will be…

Melancholia is just sinking in again…the music stops playing in my head…I’m forgetting the lyrics of that happy song…I think I have even forgotten how the beat and the rhythm goes and I’m so sorry to forget the dance steps of that unknown melody as well…

I really love to write whenever I’m in this mood…the words just flows out from nowhere…

I intend to keep every little detail of the story…but sometimes I’d really love to bursts out…I’d really appreciate if somebody could give me a listening ear…I lost the enthusiastic feeling of discovering so much about the new world where I am in…

I wanted to shout at the top of my voice…I wanted to cry myself to sleep…I wanted to disappear at a blink of an eye…I wanted to be speechless…I wanted to be deaf for a while…

…maybe it’s just one of those gloomy days, where the sun is covered by a very thick cloud…where the birds refuse to sing…where the sky begins to weep…and all that you can hear is the silence of the angry thought of being trap in a box filled with good old memories…and sadly you realize that you can’t do anything but to hang in there!