The Students of Natural Science

The hallway always look dark and grey
Although you may think that it must be sad
When it is shined by sunlight, though
You just want to be a part of it

At that time
I frequently complaint
About the lesson that I can't understand
The fear of having too long of my hair
The hallway that's always look dark and grey
And my ability to connect and gaining connection

It's so painful now.
Remembering all the voices,
The noises that I won't be able to hear
anymore.
Remembering the taste of it,
Of its lunch (brunch?) break
Remembering how all of those mixed up
And giving no chance of not missing them.

The smile of her,
The friendship of him,
The terrorizing math
The impossible to understand physics
The always piece of cake English
and the always chained me as a part of it.

Now I'm here writing
Making back of what I've left behind
Realizing,
What was the imperfect,
Is the most perfect thing that I could have.

So long,
Adieu.

A Dying Patient's Last Wish

I want to LIVE!
Forever...

"Fuck Future"

I don't know if I can say it or not,
but recently
I got something that I want to see.
Whether It will happens, or happens not.

Help

My name means salvation
My name means the end of suffering
When my moment ends,
The liberation from fear begins.

I am the one you want
I am the one you would negotiate
Even if you must do unequal exchange
I am the item of your bargain.

When you are lost
When you are powerless
You seek me.
Oh, you will you must.

You often call me sometimes
although I'm not there in front of you,
although I'm not a substance in the air you breathe,
although there's only a slight chance I will be there,
make your order complete.

In this dark woods you called world,
Fear chase you
And so unlucky you
There's nothing else you can do

But you believe in me
You believe you'll escape
You will be sure, you'll see
The sun rising in the morning.

But believe me,
I am a chance,
I am a bet you draw,
I am a random event.
And believe me,
No matter:
How many times you call
How loud you scream
I'm not an instant, absolute conjuree.

And sooner or later, you must accept.
You are alone, powerless, with no place to hide.
And then you'll acknowledge, I'm not a God.