It has been past.
Somehow.
I used to write a lot.
But now.
No one knows what happened,
Like no one knows what has past.
People thought they knowing time,
Who knows time might plays people's time.
I've been ... EMPTY.
Don know how long the period has been.
Life is what life is.
Seems like I've seen how it is.
Or I've just been dreaming,
And it feels no other than living.
So how could I say.
Should I just keep or stop talking.
It's not only the shiny piffling daily living,
but also easy happy satisfying reality.
We smile we cry we feel good or bad,
We scare we try we confuse we clear.
Back then, we were just sensitive kids.
Yet now, who stays. Who cares.
The world is changing to become flat,
Faster than we understand.
Everyone stands on the same height.
Both partner and competitor.
Who knows how it's gonna work?
It scares. It inspires.
So walk. Keep walking,
Keep holding, the days, the life, the love.
Tomorrow is a brand new day,
And the past never passes away.
Hope I am awake.