let's go take a walk
because I am found by loneliness again.
It is sour, but not as hell as lime juice.
After the pain has passed, and the beauty does remain like how Renoir stated
I once again fall into the cycle of loss.
to think of that...
No clue of what have I lost, and even whether I once really own it.
So the conclusion has been made
there isn't anything I truly own , and not even the memories in my head.
Silent, and just glance me while I take your clothes off and put the chain on.
Let go into the woods and pretend that you are willing to walk with me is because I deserve it.
The chain will stay loose because our paces are in a consistent manner.
no word was spoken.
we just walk, and walk, and walk.
until I finally am free again.
free from my endless lust.
Then, there will be a hug and a wind coat on.
Then, I say, "let's go home".
Then, we walk, and walk, and walk.