but there was a
church in the distance
and all of their
looks jumped around.
walk and struggle
not to pass out at their feet.

my hand feels shaky
from the hand writing
 I have been doing,
yet I have never
touched a paper in my life.

a thought with your face in it
suddenly and again,
appeared in my head,

wanted to get my soul empty

by the alternative ways I managed to find.

but does it help? I do not know because

winds often do change,

a bird flew out of the cage,

my soul at night, acting so strange.