It’s a thunder…
It’s a storm…
It suppose to be rain but there’s no drop from sky…
 
It’s a heart break..
It’s a desperate…
It supposed to be tears but no one cries…
 
I’m getting lost…
Where am I in this jungle…
 
There are dirt roads in front of me…
Where should I go…
Which road I should select…
 
I could feel nothing
It’s all empty..
Colorless nor black or white..
Tasteless
 
I’m not sure what love apart from me
Or what I apart from love..
 
Does love exit
Do the world exit
Do I exit

Author: Jarunan Phantachat