sometimes boredom visits me
sometimes impasse imprisons me
sometimes doubt disturbs me
and I have been at my wit’s end,
what feeling has gone away from you
so that for me,
you didn’t worry over my doubt
you didn’t care about my boredom
you didn’t be sad of my impasse
but I don’t know why
your attitudes,
change my boredom
a key for my impasse
and slowly show me,
which was black and white in my grey
I don’t know why,
I’ve been at my wit’s end
were you aware, or not aware,
It’s so clear for me,
your words, your attitude, your thinking, your smile,
-valuable-
I miss you, my friends….
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