Storm

It is hard to say goodbye. A blank emerge inside your soul. Even if you try to fill it, you cannot be

successful. Goodbyes leave huge marks behind themselves. You have to carry them forever. You try to

cover it up with a smile that is made of lies. You want to hold on to something like the plant that is

attached to a wood not to topple because of harsh winds. Some people are lucky. For them, this wood

may be their families or their friends. Their situation for those who are not fortunate is calamity. They try to

stand upright alone. Storms perforate them. But they are strong, so they bury their dreams and swallow

the storms. Even though they look upright, the actual storm is within their soul. They do not

shadow it. They want to look strong. Some of them can achieve it. But some of them can't. While

they are trying to kill the truth, their dreams are killed by reality. They start to cry. They try to cover

up their tears from the past. Others presume that they are crying because of love or other problems

Even if they try to explain, others do not listen; people always hear what they want to hear,

and see what they want to see.