I have found my place,where i belong
But still broken,
I know I will work on.
This journey is long and tiring
I feel so weak and vulnerable
I yearn to hear his voice, this action is involuntary
I can't just stop checking on him because have given him a big room in my heart
How can I burn it down?
When my shoes ,bags, clothes, are there. In fact, I left my toiletries
All I have with me is my powder foam,a match stick and paper to burn down my beautiful painting.
I don't know which powder foam to use to start painting my heart again