Breathe in,
breathe out.
It took some day to me for raising up.
Sometimes I think sun is too bright.
The other times I think rain is too cold.

Like today,
and the other days.
I always try finding way
to loose this longing,
to break this silence,
to stop act like nothing,
last, to fight this defence.

Right now,
I've never assuring myself yet
"It's never been your fault"