some places are born inside us
where nothing lie to live ,
neither the time nor the past ,
but we might have killed there forever.
don't know yet who we're here
but forever there is an urge
to be forgotten with some blessings ,
like the changing native land,
there is an urge to be changed
into a form of void silence ,
where no more no one remember us ,
but have build a grave there to bury us ,
the old we or the real we got...