Another day in the island of gods

Blue sky
Warm breeze

(sigh) where would I rather be?







It is the same corner I returned ,
where the sands meet the waves
under the same sky,
under the same sun
why then I felt alienated?
failed to recognize the sense of familiarity












It's amazing how your brain works
in a such a perfect place
on a perfect day
you could feel helplessly in vain,
even some smart conversation over the line
would not be able to fake
the real emptiness

I always fall in love with the blue sky
and the beach, everywhere
perhaps they understand
what I might often try to disguise