Sensible of Senses 

Hey Wind....

I'm talking to my self again....
This time the cold shivering all over my body....
My mind travel as goes beyond...
and My heart whisper.... "Something wrong Nixon?"...

and yet...... I could not tell.....
I dont't know where it lead to....
I don't know why.... Sometime, the sensitive of me is shouting....

Oh .. Lost, Lonley,Love, or Jealous....., Harted

Have I had these feeling?
Have I tell.... with my words? My lips felt numb.
I only can draw with my words
Likewise, that the only thing that always made me calm...

Wind, ... dont you know....?
How these night can change a Man in split seconds
He knells and bow infront of HIS mercy
a Solution and pray that he asked to...
He could not tell
He could not tell, his felling, he could not draw his moment.

Yet, it draw him inside his solid charater....
When it remember being hurted and stabed with someone..
How ego defeat honesty and true friendship
How jealousy kill his felling to love.
And yet, he swept his tear drop and put the mask of joy...

So he can share other people with the joyfull and laughter.
Through this moment....
Through this time.....

He still a man try to find every meaning that word never tell and told

So then, he write this...for you : "Wind"...
As If you the only friend that he got....