Pearls are sliding through
A long thread; falling down to
The floor — to be free.
Free falling, I want to be free.
Free from others’ eyes…. from others’ ears….
Can I do, oh can I do?
If I can, then what should I do?
Dancing in the dark space like this moment?
So, why do I need to be free?
Let me travel in the space, dark space of Light,
Spiralling to and meeting you.
Singapura – April 12, 2015 – 9:42pm