My Only World

I could hear the bird chirping.

I could see the sun shining brightly in the daytime.

I could feel the winds blowing strongly against me.

I could feel the grasses under my feet.

I could feel nobody except the sounds of my breaking heart.

Wounds are nothing for me.

But the breaking of the heart could lead me to death.

Sometimes

Somehow

i am really sick of it.

My Patron Saint is gone.

GONE.

Somehow i wouldn't mind if you step into my world.