i tend to look up to the sky
when i am sad, hoping that
this sorrow will fly so high to
the clouds and let my tears be
the heavy rain in a sunny day–
and i tend to get lost in space
by counting countless stars;
and by wishing the impossible
dreams i always ask to the stars,
should i give up or should i still
continue painting constellations
freely on my own space alone,
and will dance myself with the
calm river where i see the reflection
of myself under the pale moonlight
—  L., Mess and Confusion