I look,
I search.
I try to find,
find it.
I try to find it,
it is hidden, I can't reach it.
I used to have it, but as I look back to old times,
I realize I don't really need it that much anymore.
I still have some of it,
it has changed, gone through transformation.
What once was, is now, weaved in trust.
It is not easy to admit - I trust it. Trust you. Trust this feeling.
I can still have my freedom.
Unknown "Harha" Sparkling
- 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago