The Haha Moments Floating Away

The days slip by, one by one. The page stays blank, flickered with tears. A line or two finally appears— hope ignited, just to be extinguished. The flame of hope barely exists anymore. The haha moments floating away, dispersed like a big, fluffy cloud— poof— the words disappearing into the big blue sky, leaving without a sound. The words no longer burning, no more yearning— just being, just thinking, just sitting without words. The complexity of life— no need to rewrite. A different picture: a big blank canvas. No more poetry. Tonight, the words are sleeping quietly, exhausted from the sleepless nights.