Walking back


Sometimes i feel like..
Walking back from where I started
Rejoin life that was disconnected at once
Nothing seems to go away forever
But leaving a scratch marks
In my weak sight,
I can see blurred sky
Birds with no wings, no color
I just can’t see anymore lights of sparkle in the dark
I look for stars holding my wishes
Perhaps i could find them!
Today, I am nearly to my end
Smelling invisible death
I can’t walk back neither can proceed to upward
Isn’t it bizarre to feel colorblind with those beautiful eyes?
HB Rita