Change

Winter is almost gone and the Spring is coming. Seasons change and they leave us sick. Maybe because we get so used to some things that their absence makes us restless. And this is true with people too perhaps. They change and leave us sick.

Intuition

Sometimes I think,
if I hide myself,
would you come
to find me?
But I don't.

Because,
somewhere
deep down,
I already know
that you won't.