I can't say I don't have a friend. I had you.
when I love staying free away from humans, you are like a soul. different in my eyes. maybe you're same in my mind. you stayed silent when I'm still.
everyone was felt like a non-moving destination, but you're the one felt like a moving journey with lot of times and lives.

everything is connected. and when distance came I was disconnected. yet I can feel a red thread lingering around my little finger to yours. we were connected across the distance where the sea and sky gathers but never meets, yet we stayed.

when I need something, I shake my threads gently, you responsed it with a mild, with a smiling face.
when my strings left still, you shaked me a little to know I'm okay or still alive in thoughts.

do you know whom you're to me?
I think you can make any person in your life a form of metaphor or poetry.
to be a poetry you've...